OPPS CLEAR OUT

[Intro]
Play this record-
This is a certified hood classic

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
Bitch, I'm flexed up, see me with my pipe (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
Got my goonies with the yoppa and a snipe (Boom-boom)
Real trap shit
Take yo chains and yo watch and yo Nikes (Gimme that)
Bitch, I'm flexed up, see me with the pipe (Graa)
Bitch, I'm flexed up, even at the store (Like what the fuck?)
Got a choppa, that's my toolie, grippin' poles (Boom-boom)
But that bitch, gave me neck, 'till she choke (what the fuck?)
All my niggas, shootin' bullets like we bloks (Like what the fuck?)
I just squat a plug, took his work (I took his pack)
I just ran up on the field, on his turf (On his turf)
R.I.P memo lizzie on her shirt (On her shirt)
I put that nigga's ashes right in my purp (In my purp)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
I told that bitch to stop, huh
Fuck all yo friends, they too rich to pop, off!
Please step to me, I could knock your top, off!
Niggas show no love, I know why you talk
Soft ass nigga
Light fell on the gas, nigga
Fuck keeping my friends
All that shit is in the past, nigga
Oh, you want some now, huh
Why you never ask, whether
I was doing good or needed help inside this bad weather
Act like you're my friend
Or I'll assume you just gon' use me for my talent
In the end those niggas always end up losing you in balance
I ain't putting in no time, don't hit me just to talk
So don't be asking for a dime when my wrist is rocked
(You don't even hit my line, nigga the fuck?)

[Verse 3: .223Jerm]
Jugg them packs and we know that I swerve
Niggas talking bullets 'till they ass got burnt
Yeah, I give 'em warning, but they still won't learn (Aye, fuck)
Da-da-da-da, when it's drive-by, hit curbs (Skr, skrttt)
Niggas try to press me, but they steal cash, bitch
See me pull up, now his body in the ditch
I don't give a fuck, make it stun, he gon' miss (Boom-boom)
Bitch, I'm James Hardy when I'm shooting with the wrist (Oh, fuck)
Real trap shit

[Verse 4: 83HADES]
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R-r-r-r-r-ride in the moshpit
Light 'em up, he get shot quick
And I really make that top
Spin the chopper, off him
Never had shit, I'm not sober fucking often (Ofteeen)
Moving weight, I put in work like it's fucking CrossFit (CrossFiiiit)
Gimme-gimme top, bitch, you finna ride this fucking Glock, bitch
When you see me in the night, I'm with my fucking goblins
I'mma turn that bitch nostalgic, I'm really poppin'
I'm the master and lil' bitch you still a novice
Stalking 'till he all alone, hear the knockin'
He a pussy, he don't want no motherfuckin' problems
Got a hole in his head, in his skull, turn 'em dolphins
Said that he wants static then we can get to shockin'
Bring the Glock in, bop bop, two shots in his legs
Yeah, on crutches, he ain't walking
I don't listen when you're talkin', I'm getting paid for talking
RVR3 is the set, lil' bitch, we on that squad shit
You are not a part of it, so back the fuck up off of me
Chopper do 'em bad, chopper give his ass lobotomy
Yeah, I'm moving with narcotics, G
Smoking collared greens
I just popped me a bean
Take a few of the greens
I'mma really let it gleam
End the party with my beam
Got a couple killas with me
Couple killas on my team
I be burnt out, pissed, spill some Wok on my jeans
I be stepping in Margielas when I pull up to the scene