At Da Opps

[Intro]
You finna die baby
Hit 'em up
Yeah, yeah, well you can— huh, huh
Oh, Bandingo in this?
DJ Lotion

[Chorus]
Well you can pop it, you can blow it
Cock that bitch and get to rollin’ on the opps, (Grrr, on the opps, on the opps) yeah, yeah
And we don't give a fuck about yo' dead homies, fuck yo’ momma, fuck the opps, (Fuck the opps, fuck them niggas) yeah, yeah
Bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots
At yo' top, at yo' top, at yo' top
Just know that it's premeditated if I end up bustin' yoppas at the opps (Premeditated, premeditated murder)

[Verse]
First things first, I'm from the 410, nigga (Yeah)
Why yo' shorty mouth got more kids than Shawty Lo, nigga? (Eww)
Know some dummies sellin’ yummy and that’s for the low, nigga (For the low)
Yeah I know you totin', but is you gon’ let it blow, nigga? (Boom)
Niggas so full of hate, they'll kill me and do the time (Hmm)
Well that's dope, but I hope that you don't drop the soap (Oops)
Think twice, bitch, I promise this ain’t what you want
You predictable as fuck, I'm finna line you up (Bitch)
I don't need them hoes no more, I put 'em in a catalog
They mad at me, but to be honest, I ain't mad at all (I ain't mad at all, shit)
I remember when I used to go [?] (Fight)
Now whenever it's a issue, I go old dog (Gang)
She got sons, twenty-one, tatted, I guess she a righteous slut (How that work?)
Control the game with my thumb, that's a vital touch (Important)
Every time we fuck, baby, we gon' spice it up (Uh-huh)
Hit him up, light him up, when that rifle bust (Light him up)
All these phonies tryna kiss up
And these haters suckin' dick until they hiccup ('Til they hiccup)
My mami just go ballistic like I'm bishop (Like I'm bishop)
Got the juice and they thirsty, I can't let these niggas sip up
Step up if you 'bout it, lil' bitch I ain't hesitatin'
She always say my big dick energy radiatin' (Radiatin')
I'm fuckin' up these commas, lil' bitch make a reservation (Uh-huh)
I'm on a tight schedule, so what is your destination?

[Chorus]
Well you can pop it, you can blow it
Cock that bitch and get to rollin' on the opps, (Grrr, on the opps, on the opps) yeah, yeah
And we don't give a fuck about yo' dead homies, fuck yo' momma, fuck the opps, (Fuck the opps, fuck them niggas) yeah, yeah
Bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots, bust some shots
At yo' top, at yo' top, at yo' top
Just know that it's premeditated if I end up bustin' yoppas at the opps (Premeditated, premeditated murder)

[Outro]
At the opps
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shouts out to DJ Lotion, shoutout to DJ Lotion, shoutout to DJ Lotion
Yeah, yeah
DJ Lotion