Wack A Opp

(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'

(Verse 1: Young Loc)
Imma chase that money, for the [?]
Red dots for them head shots, they leakin on his ceilin'
That ambulance come pick him up, and the [?] they can't heal em'
Watch em fade away, like MJ, them young boys be killin'
And all my niggas go hard, it's Double R 600
My niggas crackin them cards, them young boys be gunnin'
We in and out of them cars, them risky niggas be stuntin'
Got bands all up on me, i'm throwin it, it ain't nothin'
Your bitch all on my dick, outta no where, all a sudden
She wanna nigga to hit, but nigga ain't no nothin
That codeine what I sip, extendos and them SK's, this revolver hold about six
There be a lot of shots fired your way
You can duck shells or get hit
CPDK, fuck a brick
Its middle fingers to a snitch
Man up you a bitch
Stop flexin you ain't with the shits
Me and Rondo tote two nines[?], thats 6 shots, two clips

(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'

(Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine)
Wack a Opp, back to the block
Load the mac up and go back
Make bullets rain you get whacked
We do walk ups with that tec
I fuck with Double R, i'm double R so if you talking shit, you dead
They say Rondo you up next, it's your year savage, no flex
Yeah I dump[?] through a check
And i'm a hot head with a lot of guns
We play for keeps, and kill for fun
My squad savage we ain't for none
Oh shit, Rondo in that gangway
I'm gettin money where they gangbang
In a fast car just switchin' lanes
And I got it all finessin'
Smokin' dope, and stackin', with my hand on my weapon
Who? Steve Drive, that's shots fired
I'm runnin' shit no umpire, my bitch bad somethin' like Mariah
O-Ok, i'm in that range rover with my nigga Durk
If we see an opp, he on a shirt
Loc got the mac, he get hurt
Free D-Rose he in that jam, so for [?] i'm going ham
600 that's my fam
OTF!

(Hook 2x: Young Loc)
Wack a opp, back to the block
Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin
Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings
I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him
Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'