Ouuuu I Like This And You Can’t Even Bite This
Ouuuu I Like This And You Can’t Even Bite This
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Careful with your words I might get offended
Tooly come with two I call it double digits
Still in the hood dodging penatintry
Touch your nose fuck nigga mind your business
You say you in the streets
Well im still in it
Alot niggas hate me cause they see me winning
All my brothers bout it
We stay on a mission
And i know these niggas mad
We up double digits
So it’s OTB shit to the fucking ending
To the death of me
You pussy’s rest in peace
Cause if you step to me
Gone catch a hundred rounds
Want get the best of me
Look how he running now
Double back slide the block
I bet I got him now
Stay in your lane or get popped off the rebound
Stay in your lane or get popped off the rebound , BITCH
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Boy you got some nerve if you fucking with me
Pullup in the curb with them two two three’s
Careful with your words when you talking to me
Fuck with Lil Rachett
Put your face on a tee
All that play , play save that shot for your niece
Before you play with me better go play on the beach
Think I’m from miami I be packing the heat
Ran me up a sack and put some gold on my teeth
Slide on a nigga if he fucking with me
All that fye rapping mean nun to me
Ain’t nun happen not nun to me
Game in the lock and I got the key
All my blood brothers gone slide for me
Niggas say they bout it but they hiding from me
All my blood brothers gone die for me
All my blood brothers gone ride for me
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Pullup on your block
With that Glock
We gone shoot it
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pullup on your crub
Imma swerve
Cause I’m sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words
Boy you getting murked
Opp was written by Lil’ Rachett.
Opp was produced by Hozay Beats.