Nightmare on Opp Block

[Intro: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa & Jdot Breezy]
Brrr
Aye, aye

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
It's a nightmare on the opp block, nigga, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
Nigga play with switches, now I bet a nigga gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
Niggas crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck nigga, I don't like playing D

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
Never droke a Rolls truck, I'll do a drill in it
I might beat her back off X and make that pussy fеal different
Get monеy, I'm still chillin', niggas dying, I'm still winnin'
She like put your thumb in there, I'd rather stick this pill in it
I don't sleep off lean and I drink Wock' to keep from getting mad
A casket what you gon' get if yo' bitch ass ever drop a bag (Stupid)
Swing through that bitch and let off shots, them niggas very fast
But fuck it, I'ma pick one off and I'ma catch whoever last
Uh-oh, I just caught a victim, yeah, I know what it ain't this nigga
Ooh, I'm finna bust his head, one tap, ain't no constant trigger
(Ftt ftt) That nigga dead, I don't know why they left they nigga
Fuck him, shit, he had it coming for all that shit he said on Twitter (Gang)

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
It's a nightmare on the opp block, nigga, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
Nigga play with switches, now I bet a nigga gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
Niggas crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck nigga, I don't like playing D

[Verse 2: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
We gon' shoot this bitch up, you better get down (Bitch)
You was a bitch back in the G, you still a bitch now (Stupid)
Jump out with that (Brrr), just know Whoppa brought that switch out (Rrrah)
And all these niggas pussy that's why that Glock got a dick now (Aye)
Less slipping and we slide, we ain't never met Trick Daddy (Aye)
'Bout these hoes niggas dying, I might have to send a bitch at 'em
Police question me, nigga, I don't know what the fuck happened
If you-if you knew, I would've been booked, nigga, you wouldn't be asking (Stupid)
Aye, big poles all in traffic (Brrr)
Burn a nigga like some coals, smoke him, turn that boy to ashes
I ain't never been hoe, that's on my son, that's on my daddy
We the ones that bust them guns, we the ones that make it happen (Aye, bitch)

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
Nightmare on the opp block, nigga, do a slow creep
Hop out, I'mma bust his ass and leave his shit all in the street
I remember clutchin' 9's, the pole, it had a .33
Nigga play with switches, now I bet a nigga gon' go to sleep
Get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for Meleeke
Niggas crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
Hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
I'm always tryna go and slide, fuck nigga, I don't like playing D