Fuck Da Opps

[Intro: O-Dog]
And you know what, nigga?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now
You actin' real paranoid and shit
Now, these motherfuckers smoked your goddamn cousin in front of you, nigga
Blew his head off in front of your face and you ain't gon' do shit?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now, nigga
Man, fuck that, I ain't lettin' that shit ride
We gon' go there and smoke all these motherfuckers
I don't care who the fuck out there, goddamn it
Is you down, nigga?

[Chorus: MontannaATM]
Big-ass Glock go off, we bustin' shit for real, them bitches hurt (Ryan, what took you so long?)
Micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them bitches squirt (Brrt, brrt)
Who want war with us? Just let me know, this shit could be so simple (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Hit they shit with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, break shit down and rip through tissue, uh
Nigga don't bump his gun, that boy be bappin', he's a actor, uh
These niggas created players, I spin through the 9, I'm lookin' for factors, uh (Where they at?)
Them boys tryna talk, I don't wanna conversate, I'm tryna clap you up

[Verse: MontannaATM]
Nigga, fuck whatever you reppin', whenever you see me, blow your weapon (Nigga, bust it)
Switch on the Glock, no question, tap this bitch once and dude ass caught like seven (Brrt, brrt)
Broad day, chase shit down, he bailin' (He bailin')
Really had niggas screamin' and yellin' (Ah)
This shit so crazy, I'm finna backdoor my homie 'cause foenem say he tellin'
Like what the fuck? Foenem say he snitchin' (He a rat)
And I can't put my trust in hoes and I can't love these bitches (And I can't love these bitches)
With all these Glocks and ARPs, you want me, come and get me (You want me, come and get me)
You say it's smoke, just let me see, nigga, I'll come through blickin' (Nigga, I'll come through blickin')
Glock 19 got fifty, Glock got switchy, bounce out, bake shit, crispy (Bounce out, bake shit)
My whole block get busy, brother bail out with like sixty, we probably give him a head-tap
That Micro Draco sat his ass down, got him and his mans wrapped (Sat his ass down)
Fucked the opps up, got they lil' homie gone, now they want they mans back
He rappin' and cappin' on them fuckin' songs, he claminin' his man's hat (Cap)
Send shit to the reaper, make sure buddy gone, then we finna spin back
It's a drill, make sure lil' bro got the wheel
Make sure you go get a kill
He fall, he fucked, stand over him (He fall, he fucked)

[Chorus: MontannaATM]
Big-ass Glock go off, we bustin' shit for real, them bitches hurt (Brrt, brrt)
Micro in the car, bounce out with switch instead, them bitches squirt (Get his ass)
Who want war with us? Just let me know, this shit could be so simple (Let me know)
Hit they shit with .223s and 5.56s, look like missiles, uh
7.62s, they hit you, break shit down and rip through tissue, uh
Nigga don't bump his gun, that boy be bappin', he's a actor, uh
These niggas created players, I spin through the 9, I'm lookin' for factors, uh (Like where they at?)
Them boys tryna talk, I don't wanna conversate, I'm tryna clap you up