Opp Dropp (Extended)

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
Yeah, body-ah (Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherfucker)
Ha, yeah
Ha, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha, oh, ha, ha

[Chorus]
I been through some shit, don't talk about it, but let's talk about it
Chain, it cost a whip, I might blow this shit at anybody (Anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks, let’s talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good, could've went to college
We not on no opp drop shit, he get popped quick
I be with some slums and this gun (Grrah, ah, grrah) 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on, I wish they might trip (Ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha)
Chasing dead niggas

[Verse 1]
I got the engine in the trunk, shit go past niggas (Vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Vroom, vroom, vroom), he just mad 'cause he a broke nigga
Rest in peace my dawgs in the grave, wish I could save niggas
Everyday I thought about a check, now we some paid niggas (Count up)
These chains wrapped around my neck like I'm a slave, nigga
Fuck up his trap, kick his door, he got them meds in him (Grrah)
She a bread winner, fuck it, spend some bread with her
Thought he was my dawg until he turned into (Uh) a fed, nigga

[Chorus]
I been through some shit, don't talk about it, but let's talk about it
Chain it cost a whip, I might blow this shit at anybody (Ah, ah, anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks, let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good, could’ve went to college (Uh)
We not on no opp drop shit, he get popped quick
I be with some slums and this gun ’part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on, I wish they might trip
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)

[Interlude]
(Ah, ha-ha) Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas)
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha)

[Verse 2]
I got these racks inside my jeans, can't keep my pants up (Damn)
Smoking you niggas like cancer (Grrah, ha, ha, ha, grrt)
I got a drum, turn him to a dancer
I’m chasing and chasing a check, they calling my phone (Count up, count up), I never do answer
We hold that lil' nigga for ransom (Ha, ha, ha), really a savage, money addict
Wrap the money, hide it an attic
Pull on me, I drop you the addy
Set him up, I send my lil' baddie (Ha, ha, ha)
Rich like us, nigga, we laughing
Got guns just for you rappers
Diamond tester just for you cappers
He Chris Rock, we know he a actor (Ha, ha, ha)
He get whacked, they pick him up after

[Chorus]
I been through some shit, don't talk about it, but let’s talk about it
Chain, it cost a whip, I might blow this shit at anybody (Anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks, let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good, could've went to college (Ha)
We not on no opp drop shit, he get popped quick
I be with some slums and this gun 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on, I wish they might trip
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Chasing dead niggas

[Outro]
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha