OPB Freestyle

[Intro: Young Killa, DJ Big Ryde]
Dirty Saj productions
I need to get gassed fam fuck
Alright, RIP Taz
Fresh home!
You see this one
Young Killa, that nigga Taz
That nigga BDK and that nigga Stigs
Free C, free all the dons, all my niggas man
Hold tight Dirty Saj on production yeah
And don't forget
Look out for that OPB mixtape 'Say Nizzy'

[Verse 1: Young Killa]
They wan smack me but can't throw hooks at me
The way I move got man scared to look at me
Cah I'm a bloodclart vicious nigga
I'll make the scene a bloodbath if I click a trigger
I ride out, no doubt, get the dirt done
And mind out, I'm about with a burner
Fam in this game I'm a pro
I'll shoot and remove your face from your skull
I'm on the strip, tryna get nuff cheddar
My girl's pissed cah she knows I like money better
My stack's suttin you won't touch like barbed wire
Becah I'll stab a nigga up till my arm's tired
Niggas know that I'm on a pebble grind
Still leave you on the side of the road like a yellow line
Look I'm a rider, I rise my 9 up
No joke ting, don't open
I double-dare you, try disarm me
Wallahi I'll leave you dead where you stand
For you can far as I swear on my mum's life
You try take my gun, you must've lost your mind
Or you're insane, cah when the ting blaze
I guarantee ya, take off your fucking face
I'm tryna wig him clean, I ain't missing G
Have you looking like a puzzle with a missing piece

[Verse 2: Taz]
Little Young Killz just land road
It should be printed out in Pecky bold
If you fuck with my YG's you'll be left cold
By the cubside, cah they emerge right
With the flick knives, they be sick guys
Stabbing the otherside, in the chest, back, neck and eyes
Plus you can't fuck with my Sick Individuals guys
If you think, trying S with the 9
Watch him depart your head back from your spine
With some wavey shots that won't be coming in line
It be OPB, SI, PYG/Young SI G's
We've been bucking beef
Mmm, yeah, G, when the metal clap
That'll leave your headback, looking mushy
We'll be walking off cushty, little pussy
Say nizzy when I get the fucking Mizzy

[Verse 3: Billy Da Kid]
I get dough all the real niggas know this
I feel comfy in the yard on the black leather sofas
No joke ting little nigga get motivated
You ain't even seen a bag and you think you know what dough is
Look this yute's just a wasteman
Gassing to the younger lot saying that he's blazed man
Then see B running through the ki's
We've got so much spots, you don't know where we be
You don't know who I shoot
You don't know where I sleep
And the reason you don't know
Cah you don't roll with my team, pussy
Look I stay OPB
And I told you before that we're ODT
Look, running with some SI riders
You won't see em till they creep up behind ya
And that's violent, nigga fuck Trident
Straight headshots if I find him

[Verse 4: Stigs]
Smile now cry later, Stigs is a banger
You don't wanna see me with a fizz, no Fanta
Dropped us a pump now I'm gripping on a banger
Stopped a man's boat, I ain't talking bout no anchor
Big flick knife, what you know about my dagger
When I make it rain you'll need an umbrella like Rihanna
Me I'm blacked out for the Trident and cameras
Blow your back out 'cause the pumpy shell scatters
If he comes round here, any other bandanas
Olders like Taz, Billy and Snap
Butch will stab the plaits outta your hat
And put you in the ground where Michael Jackson is at
Gun squeezer, they call Stiggzy the knife teacher
Bore him in his head, now they call me the brain leaker
Roll with an axe, grim reaper
Fuck Grind and Stack but I get my P's up