Dead Oppz

[Intro: Riley from The Boondocks & Investigator]
Yeah, yeah
My name is Riley, son
But, you know, niggas call me
A.K.A. Riley Escobar
You know what I'm saying?
'Cause I be in the streets, you know?
I got all kinds of names
Like, H.R. Paperstacks
Uh, also know as, A.K.A. Horse Choker
Uh, A.K.A. Pillsbury Doughboy
A.K.A. Louis Rich
Like the turkey bacon?
Yeah, like the—, what?

[Verse 1: YungLiV]
This beam hit his block, watch him run from this
This Glizzy just shot out a chunk of him
He was bleedin' too fast, they ain't come for him
Niggas be frontin', they move like they slide
Boss put a light on his knot, so don't try shit
Gettin' drops from the opps, don't try, bitch
You could get shot, I don't play 'bout that opp shit
Got his address, just 'cause the way he was flodging

[Verse 2: YH56ST]
Ayy, got mops [?] with no muscles
Shoot at them tussles
Got Glizzys with titties, so why would I rumble with pecs?
I don't fumble them shots 'til you stumble
Ayy, them shots 'til you stumble
I watch 'em go down
Niggas they try to steal the flow now
Keep me a heater, it's cold around
Run up on me, you catch more rounds
Still did a drill, we had one round
Stuck on they block, they won't come around
Ayy, these niggas pussy
We stuck on they block, they won't come 'round

[Verse 3: YungLiV]
I see opps tryna shop, 'bout to drop on 'em
We 'bout to shoot this bitch up, he with family
He was hard as a rock, he ain't run from me
Nigga must thought start I was rumblin' off in it
Bitch niggas should've thought twice before he stacked at me
Slidin' 'round his way with this mop tryna clear the street
For free, them killers come step for me
Hit this bitch up with a witness, won't tell on me
Free thirty, caught slippin', ain't no pass with me
Hittin' this bitch with a pistol, we nailin' it
Niggas who hangin' with rats won't get rat from me

[Verse 4: YH56ST]
Rolling up TaTa, it's killin' me
I know they want to start drillin' me
I'm high off they homies, they sick of me
I walk with a limp 'cause this stick with me
Just slid on the opps, nigga, literally
Just ran up a bag, nigga, little me
We walk around with TEC's likes referee
He spin one more time and we stretchin' it

[Verse 5: YungLiV]
See that car one more time and I'm flippin' it
They two deep in that whip, shoot they head
Now he dead and the cops on the block and shit
Block it up, bussin' a street from this
I see somethin' suspicious, I'm uppin' it
I can't go like Tyheat on this block and shit
We will shoot up the streets [?]
Couple opps from the O 'bout to go like him
Slide down for my brother's who innocent
And we know you told so don't come round the block
Lil' bro tryna scorch your head

[Verse 6: YH56ST]
Ayy, I switched the flow again
YungLiV in the cut with a pole on him
We see opps and we roll on him
Then we spinnin' again and we rollin' him
On the block everyday, they be duckin' shit
Niggas hiding in the crib, on some sucker shit
How yo' man in the grave, you ain't droppin' shit
Anniversary day you won't slide again

[Verse 7: YungLiV]
[?] is the reason your homie hit
Laser show on this block, ain't no fun in this
He ain't strapped but he live, 'bout to slide again
I got to shoot every shot, we ain't missin' him
On his anniverssary, you don't slide for him
Twenty-five in this forty, I got from Ken
Got this drip on my sweats
So some dummies get caught with this bitch without a dance
Let's get it