Conversation With the Opps

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh
Conversation with the opps
Ayy, turn me up Tay
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight
You know that we steppin', you know we get violent
It's time to slide tonight
Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s
And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight
And make his momma cry, yeah

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe
We don't need a window, we hang out the roof
I see my mans, I'm ready to shoot
After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot
We ready for violence, know we be wildin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin'
Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence
Don't care who you is, I'll kill anybody
Slidin' with the gang, and I'm ready for war
Soon as I see 'em I'ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score
My clip hold thirty shots, but I only shot four
Them hollow tips went right through that young nigga door
7.62s, lay a nigga down
Free JD 'till he back on the town
Bitch I'm a dog, belong in the pound
He thought we was done, let off some more rounds
We really love murder, it make us happy
My niggas grimy, and they get scrappy
They movin' the birds, just like flappy
Ready to step, it ain't no cappin'

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight
You know that we steppin', you know we get violent
It's time to slide tonight (Time to slide tonight)
Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s
And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight
And make his momma cry (Momma cry, yeah)

[Verse 2: NoLove]
Wait nigga, there go the opps
Pass me the Drac', convert on his top
We ain't with the talkin', you niggas is cocky
Get burned like a Swisher, you don't give me the drop
You make the wrong move, end up in the box
My nigga lil' Dreek, he keep him a Glock
You look at him wrong, your body gon' drop
Talk on the phone, these polices watch
Go ham any day when the block hot
I'm a loose screw nigga, like a hotbox
If you play, you gon' lay like a sandbox
Real nigga from the North, you can get shot
Got-got a shot, get your pop, call it dead walks
Bullets burnin' through your skin, yeah, it get hot
Nigga play with the gang, that's a knockoff
I'm insane like a nigga with a sawed-off
We ready for war, we ready to step
You know that I'm Crip, I bang to the left
We see him in person, got cooked like a chef
You know how I'm comin', bought flights to the left
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah
We see him in person, got cooked like a chef
You know how I'm comin', bought flights to the left

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight
You know that we steppin', you know we get violent
It's time to slide tonight
Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s
And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight
And make his momma cry, yeah, yeah, yeah