No Opps

[Intro]
Jump out, ooh
Ooh, what? (Haha)
(I got two more Ferraris, now)
(I just told Richie, "We rich")
What?

[Chorus]
I don't even do no dissin', trigger finger itchin'
I put bag on that boy, I call plays on blitzes (Huh)
All these niggas sissy, gangsters in my mentions (What?)
I put the button on my glizzy, ride 'round with that switchy
I put this bitch on the motherfuckin' Glock, I'm finna pop at ya top (Bop)
Niggas be actin' like real hoes, these niggas could never be opps
They steal the swag whenever I drop, I got this ho, she on lock (Hmm)
I'm havin' shooters, I'm havin' mops
Could fuck 'round and clean up ya block

[Verse]
I might call my boys 360, way they go 'round spinnin' (Mm)
I got some drank, I got some mud, codeine in my kidney
I'm havin' rank, that boy a dub, nigga do too much bitchin' (Woo)
And it ain't nun' it ain't, show fake love, the trigger could really get tricky (Mm-mm)
I got some drank, sippin' on drank, post on the block like a hank (Huh)
Fuck what you think, I'm breakin' the bank, and my shooter ridin' the tank
I pour fours with my woes, while we fuck on hoes (What?)
I hop out the 'Cat, beat her doors, leave her pussy swole

[Chorus]
I don't even do no dissin', trigger finger itchin' (Huh)
I put bag on that boy, I call plays on blitzes
All these niggas sissy, gangsters in my mentions (Woo)
I put the button on my glizzy, ride 'round with that switchy
I put this bitch on the motherfuckin' Glock, I'm finna pop at ya top (Pop at ya top)
Niggas be actin' like real hoes, these niggas could never be opps
They steal the swag whenever I drop, I got this ho, she on lock (Hmm)
I'm havin' shooters, I'm havin' mops
Could fuck 'round and clean up ya block

[Outro]
Clean up ya block
Skrrt
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