OPPS CAN’T MAKE A DISS

[Intro]
(Floaty)

[Verse 1]
I don't really think you on that (Cap)
Without your guys, you a bitch with your ho ass (Soft as hell, boy)
We just spint they block again, I'm tryna go back (Spin it back)
Lik ain't tryna go to Lids, he want some more hats
Been on house arrest for two years, I can't wait 'til this shit over with
The opps got the worst record ever, them boys oh and six
He ain't gon' blow no pole, I can tell by how he hold his stick (He a corn)
Monte ain't gotta score a bucket, he got four assists (What up, Monte?)
Our hands in everything, call BT for the guns (What up, Baby Threat?)
Birdo got the whips, call Fat Racky for the drugs
We drop odds for the opps, it got us beefin' with the Bloods
Slide down his block, we got more defense than the Suns (Boy)

[Chorus]
Don't think 'bout takin' this, you could try it
The opps can't make a diss, them niggas dyin' (Nigga)
I ain't pay shit for this kit, ain't spend a dime
We be takin' niggas' shit, my niggas slime (Boy)
Don't think 'bout takin' this, you could try it (You could try it)
The opps can't make a diss, them niggas dyin' (Them niggas dyin')
I ain't pay shit for this kit, ain't spend a dime (Not a dollar)
We be takin' niggas' shit, my niggas slime (Boy)

[Verse 2]
You boys must be off crack or somethin' (Huh?), you gon' rob who? (Rob who?)
When I make pape', I'm breakin' bread, just ask my ma dukes (What up, dukes?)
You leave your family out here broke, you'd rather buy a coupe (You a lame)
I be in public by myself 'cause I know I'll shoot
That nigga made a diss, we put his brother in the ground
Surprised I ain't lost no weight from runnin' niggas down (Hah)
Ain't tellin' y'all believe me, but them other niggas clowns (Lame)
Made it by myself, not off of other niggas' clout
He was active, now that boy a bitch, he done found Jesus
The opps ain't out in the city or the town either
It's four niggas in my whip, so I'm with five demons (Belt Gang)
Scam god, ran up three-fifty in some brown Yeezys

[Outro]
Nigga (Boy)
CashGang shit, boy