All My Opps Dead / DEATH PARADE

[Intro]
He from Grave gang, so I put him in the grave
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bruh, hol' up
Shut the fuck up
I'm a Tito gang killa, 27 kids gang killa
Niggas already snow I'm GGK, MGK
Ayy Fly Jxy, turn this shit up

[Chorus]
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)

[Post-Chorus]
Shout out to my opps (Ha), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Why?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where they at though?), they all dead (They all dead)

[Verse 1]
I'm on 27th Block, smokin' Tito out the box (Bitch)
Nigga won't even look at me wrong, he know he gon' get got (He already know, ha-ha)
I'm the richest out they got, Chrome Hearts on my Glock (Designer)
Nigga, even if I drop right now, this shit won't stop (I swear)
Bitch, I'm hot, hot, make the block hot with a fifty shot (Grra)
In the trap spot with like fifty thots (Ooh, bitch)
All these bricks like we got fifty pots (Skkr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
This shit like Minecraft the way we blowin' up yo block (Catch up)
Ayy, ayy, I can't go out like 2Pac (No)
Lil' Chxpo, I tote two Glocks (Ooh)
Lil' Chxpo, I got two mops (Ooh, bitch, damn)
That young nigga too hot (I swear)
And I'm smokin' on Zues, like this shit some Moon Rock

[Chorus]
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)

[Post-Chorus]
Shout out to my opps (Ha), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Why?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where they at though?), they all dead (They all dead)

[Verse 2]
Ran up in his house 'cause he went runnin' his mouth (Pussy)
And they killed my bro MJ, but you know that shit ain't count (You know that shit ain't count)
'Cause them niggas snitched on each other, you know what them boys 'bout (Rats, rats)
Nigga killed my lil' bro for some clout (Ha, ha)
Teardrop on my eyes, some days I wish that I could cry (Waah)
I took a nigga life for a stripe, I ain't even know why (I ain't even know why, shit)
I had to quit doin' drugs 'cause I shoot shit when I get high (Grra)
Soon as he died, I seen a bitch ass angel in the sky (Ha)
My opps in Heaven chillin' with the snitches (With the snitches)
And they scared to get revenge like they don't know who did it (They know)
We gon' spin again and spin again, just like a fidget (Ooh)
All the niggas do is pillow talk, just like some bitches (Bitches)

[Chorus]
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)
All of opps, all of my— (Dead)

[Post-Chorus]
Shout out to my opps (Ha), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Why?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where?), they all dead (They all dead)
Shout out to my opps (Where they at though?), they all dead (They all dead)

[Outro]
Ayy, free my big bro Yellz
Fuck the bitches and they t-shirts
Niggas already snow I'm with mob
Nigga, free Lil' Chino, free Lil' Rushhy
Bloody Boyz on top, band boys get guap
Free Band Gang, Rubber Band, Murda Gang
Nigga, fuck 27th Block, nigga
You already snow, nigga
Tito gang killa, Zues gang killa
He from Grave gang, so I put his ass in the grave
Slatt out, niggas already snow I'm mob
Rich Slime Gang, nigga
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, slatt