Screwly G - F the Opps
[Intro: Screwly G]
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[Verse 1: Screwly G]
Bump down on the opps with buttons (Brr)
Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off, I guess he ain't see us comin'
Hop out, rrr, rrr, hawked him down, his niggas went to runnin'
I can up a dub, a ten of blues, the opps ain't got no money
Switch too fast (Rrah), drench his ass, ff, ff, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' him up to spin on us, his dumb ass died, he shouldn't've trust it (Ah, ha)
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple of months, I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusty
Like his mans (Rrr, rrr), we popped him up, but he ain't die, the bitch got lucky (Uh)
Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight, fuss, then fuck, the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and a nigga got killed (Rrah), don't ask me shit 'cause I don't know nothin' (Rrah, rrah)
I got a switch on back of this Glock, when 12 ride past, I'm tryna tuck it
Ain't just totin' these guns for fun (Rrah), nigga spin out West, then tell 'em wе done it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We on the way to thе top, still ridin' with chops (Uh-huh), hittin' opps, we puttin' 'em under (Uh-huh)
Four niggas on that hit, they ain't know who was who when we shot, we let off a hundred
Aim for the face, neck, or the chest when we shoot (Rrah), last nigga caught one in the stomach (Uh-huh)
Built for this shit, caught a— uh, and they vomit
Nigga, I run with some gunners (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, like Austin, Stone Cold Stunna (Rrah)
One of them faces a real-deal gunner (Rrah)
Kill him this winter, won't see him next summer (Rrah)
Dyin' for clout, opps get dumber and dumber
Hit in his head, 'fore he fell, he stumbled
7.62 make a big nigga tumble
Killin' the killers and whoever sent you
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah-grrah)
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry (Grrah)
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye (Rrah)
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah, grrah)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
She like when I backstab her (Uh)
Niggas be tryna kill, then get some money, these niggas be ass-backwards (Uh)
It ain't a bitch I want that I already had, the baddest hoes, we bagged 'em (Uh-huh)
Niggas be tryna run like we playin' it (Grrah), these chopper shells gon' tag 'em (Grrah-grrah-grrah), uh
DOA, got caught, we smashed him (Grrah)
We caught his mans, but we missed and we passed him
Fucked up the hit, bro too thirsty to blast 'em
What the fuck is you doin'? Nigga, we could've had 'em
Opps hate us, they know we harrass 'em (Uh)
Just like his mans, we catch him grab him (Grrah)
Like a thief in the night, we creep up and drag him (Grrah, grrah)
Reaper, go get him, come here, grab him
Uh, uh-huh, uh
Two hundred on the dash, I'll put up foreign (Uh)
Drop my mask, bail out blowin' (Rrah)
Made niggas crash, caught on Torrence (Grrah, grrah)
Don't listen to opps, they a bad influence
What a nigga wan' do? Let me know, we can do it
Killin' you and your crew if you say we into it
Extra clips for the gun we can shoot us a movie
Uh, uh, fuck my opps, we overactive
Fuck nigga fall on the ground, keep shootin' his ass (Grrah), make sure you over-clap him
We box a nigga in from different ends, we gon' booby-trap him (Uh-huh)
One of them shotters who jump out the back of them trucks, nigga, I am not no rapper
[Interlude: Screwly G & ]
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Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Rrah)
[Verse 2: TiyGangAce]
We pick a face and we jump out and bag 'em, somebody son finna lose they life
Cuz 'nem seventeen from out the button, give me that, you ain't use it right
Pop me an opp out the regular V, uh-uh, I ain't even have to use the strike
Every nigga 'round me pop somethin' up, I'd be damned if mine ain't use they pipe (Huh?)
Let off forty and kept on sprayin'
He ain't make it, so why is they prayin'?
Told 'em the day that we bump, it's a DOA, the fuck, did he think I was playin'?
Bounce out the back of the truck with three K's, they think we run with the Klan
This my chop, don't show no favoritism, everybody done felt that fan
Cuz said he checked, I just kept on hittin', he ain't gettin' up 'cause he gaspin' for breath (Uh-huh)
We make sure a nigga see that white light, that mean he closer to death
Hit a nigga up when he tried to run in the house, left his ass by the steps
They can't say shit fly 'bout TTA, nigga, all my shooters like Steph (Huh?)
Fall, he fucked, he ain't gettin' up
Heard, "Ff-ff-ff," that's for actin' tough (Boom)
Came from the corner and bagged him up, why them dumb-ass kids had to gas him up? (Huh?)
I know we handin' out smoke, but we really be coolin', this shit that they askin' for
And these bitches go through the car, but I knew he was dead way before the glass had bust (Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, Screw, pass me the remote
Check [?] he checkin'
Bro still mad, say he ain't satisfied, 'cause he want three more stretchers
Waitin' on side of his house, cuzzy ready to storm, but he ain't come just yet
Soon as he come through the door, he catch ten to the face, and we put his ass up next (Damn)
Let off a hundred, we fiendin' for murder
Lil' folks tried to run, but he couldn't make it further
Caught with his bitch, but I ain't wanna hurt her
Think this shit a game, take you out to service
Come take a fund, I want bill for a worker
You trippin', that shit ain't a part of my nurture
Go catch a B, won't be part of my service
Can't swim with the sharks, you'll die on the surface
Uh, we spin the city with buttons and shit, these niggas know how we do it (They do)
Niggas outside gettin' clout tryna kick it with hoes, dumb-ass nigga died tryna cool it
Catch [?], get hit with three hundred [?], I promise this bitch, he abusive
New Gen4, twenty-one and it's stuffed with a Vec', put an opp on his bitch, I'ma use it (Grrah)
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Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Screwly G]
Bump down on the opps with buttons (Brr)
Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off, I guess he ain't see us comin'
Hop out, rrr, rrr, hawked him down, his niggas went to runnin'
I can up a dub, a ten of blues, the opps ain't got no money
Switch too fast (Rrah), drench his ass, ff, ff, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' him up to spin on us, his dumb ass died, he shouldn't've trust it (Ah, ha)
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple of months, I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusty
Like his mans (Rrr, rrr), we popped him up, but he ain't die, the bitch got lucky (Uh)
Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight, fuss, then fuck, the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and a nigga got killed (Rrah), don't ask me shit 'cause I don't know nothin' (Rrah, rrah)
I got a switch on back of this Glock, when 12 ride past, I'm tryna tuck it
Ain't just totin' these guns for fun (Rrah), nigga spin out West, then tell 'em wе done it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We on the way to thе top, still ridin' with chops (Uh-huh), hittin' opps, we puttin' 'em under (Uh-huh)
Four niggas on that hit, they ain't know who was who when we shot, we let off a hundred
Aim for the face, neck, or the chest when we shoot (Rrah), last nigga caught one in the stomach (Uh-huh)
Built for this shit, caught a— uh, and they vomit
Nigga, I run with some gunners (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, like Austin, Stone Cold Stunna (Rrah)
One of them faces a real-deal gunner (Rrah)
Kill him this winter, won't see him next summer (Rrah)
Dyin' for clout, opps get dumber and dumber
Hit in his head, 'fore he fell, he stumbled
7.62 make a big nigga tumble
Killin' the killers and whoever sent you
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah-grrah)
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry (Grrah)
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye (Rrah)
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah, grrah)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
She like when I backstab her (Uh)
Niggas be tryna kill, then get some money, these niggas be ass-backwards (Uh)
It ain't a bitch I want that I already had, the baddest hoes, we bagged 'em (Uh-huh)
Niggas be tryna run like we playin' it (Grrah), these chopper shells gon' tag 'em (Grrah-grrah-grrah), uh
DOA, got caught, we smashed him (Grrah)
We caught his mans, but we missed and we passed him
Fucked up the hit, bro too thirsty to blast 'em
What the fuck is you doin'? Nigga, we could've had 'em
Opps hate us, they know we harrass 'em (Uh)
Just like his mans, we catch him grab him (Grrah)
Like a thief in the night, we creep up and drag him (Grrah, grrah)
Reaper, go get him, come here, grab him
Uh, uh-huh, uh
Two hundred on the dash, I'll put up foreign (Uh)
Drop my mask, bail out blowin' (Rrah)
Made niggas crash, caught on Torrence (Grrah, grrah)
Don't listen to opps, they a bad influence
What a nigga wan' do? Let me know, we can do it
Killin' you and your crew if you say we into it
Extra clips for the gun we can shoot us a movie
Uh, uh, fuck my opps, we overactive
Fuck nigga fall on the ground, keep shootin' his ass (Grrah), make sure you over-clap him
We box a nigga in from different ends, we gon' booby-trap him (Uh-huh)
One of them shotters who jump out the back of them trucks, nigga, I am not no rapper
[Interlude: Screwly G & ]
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ()
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Rrah, )
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh, )
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ()
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Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh ()
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Rrah)
[Verse 2: TiyGangAce]
We pick a face and we jump out and bag 'em, somebody son finna lose they life
Cuz 'nem seventeen from out the button, give me that, you ain't use it right
Pop me an opp out the regular V, uh-uh, I ain't even have to use the strike
Every nigga 'round me pop somethin' up, I'd be damned if mine ain't use they pipe (Huh?)
Let off forty and kept on sprayin'
He ain't make it, so why is they prayin'?
Told 'em the day that we bump, it's a DOA, the fuck, did he think I was playin'?
Bounce out the back of the truck with three K's, they think we run with the Klan
This my chop, don't show no favoritism, everybody done felt that fan
Cuz said he checked, I just kept on hittin', he ain't gettin' up 'cause he gaspin' for breath (Uh-huh)
We make sure a nigga see that white light, that mean he closer to death
Hit a nigga up when he tried to run in the house, left his ass by the steps
They can't say shit fly 'bout TTA, nigga, all my shooters like Steph (Huh?)
Fall, he fucked, he ain't gettin' up
Heard, "Ff-ff-ff," that's for actin' tough (Boom)
Came from the corner and bagged him up, why them dumb-ass kids had to gas him up? (Huh?)
I know we handin' out smoke, but we really be coolin', this shit that they askin' for
And these bitches go through the car, but I knew he was dead way before the glass had bust (Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, Screw, pass me the remote
Check [?] he checkin'
Bro still mad, say he ain't satisfied, 'cause he want three more stretchers
Waitin' on side of his house, cuzzy ready to storm, but he ain't come just yet
Soon as he come through the door, he catch ten to the face, and we put his ass up next (Damn)
Let off a hundred, we fiendin' for murder
Lil' folks tried to run, but he couldn't make it further
Caught with his bitch, but I ain't wanna hurt her
Think this shit a game, take you out to service
Come take a fund, I want bill for a worker
You trippin', that shit ain't a part of my nurture
Go catch a B, won't be part of my service
Can't swim with the sharks, you'll die on the surface
Uh, we spin the city with buttons and shit, these niggas know how we do it (They do)
Niggas outside gettin' clout tryna kick it with hoes, dumb-ass nigga died tryna cool it
Catch [?], get hit with three hundred [?], I promise this bitch, he abusive
New Gen4, twenty-one and it's stuffed with a Vec', put an opp on his bitch, I'ma use it (Grrah)
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