Opp Flow 2 lyrics

[Intro]
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (Thanks, Yakree)
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, we want all the smoke

[Verse]
Ayy, what body you caught? I'll be a damn fool if I go off your word
n*ggas ain't built like that, it's a image for b*tches, you can tell he ain't put in no work
Let a n*gga touch one of mine, bet his mama gon' cry, put his face on a brand-new shirt
All-black mask with a all-black Drac', make a opp take a ride in a all-black hearse
I don't really like these n*ggas that much, only rock with a few, sh*t, that's 'bout it
Ain't no b*tch 'round me, if it is, take him out and straight up f*ck that jit
I don't respect no n*gga that ain't come direct, lil' brother, that's a trait of a b*tch
Thirty my clip, Glock sittin' to the left of my hip with a bad, rad b*tch on my di*k
Started off broke, I was in the trap, lil' n*gga, but I said I wanna rap, lil' n*gga
Boy, you a ho, run up, get clapped, lil' n*gga, knock a n*gga off the map, lil' n*gga
Spin on my bro, I don't got raps for a n*gga, I'ma straight up clap me a n*gga
I'm on go, I'm gon' wrap me a n*gga and that's no bap, lil' n*gga
Really ran down on sh*t, on the guys that's bro, he done see me bang that stick
I ain't tryna flex that much, I'ma drop me a chain and stack this sh*t, that's it
n*ggas too tender, all the too-tough-ass n*ggas be the ones get set by a b*tch
Money my dinner, b*tch-ass n*gga wanna diss, 100k all cash this winter
n*ggas get shot in they face, try to catch them a case, you lack, get put in a blender
Shakin' that ass, you gay, I don't care what they say, you ain't sh*t but a sweet-ass n*gga
I don't even want no Scat, I'ma crash out, n*gga, my opp block, b*tch, I bend 'em
b*tch, ain't nobody safe, make everybody pay, load the switch, bro let's go get 'em
Uh-huh, n*gga, better keep your pistol, bang everything if it ain't my n*ggas
Take a n*gga brain, then I praise my killer, bag for a body, want cash, go get him
We gon' put 'em all up, like f*ck this rap, I'll smoke me a n*gga
b*tch, pick your dog up (Fah, fah, fah), let the Draco' hit him
Better think wise if you playin' with me, boy, we takin' lives and we playin' for keeps
Banging four-five, know its poppin' with me, playin' both sides, leave you dead in the street
We want all the smoke, twin came through with a .223
7.62 can't fit in my Trues, get put on the news for playing with me (Yeah)
[Refrain]
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah, yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)