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Dead Opps, Pt. 3
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Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, bitch
Get low, nigga know how we play, hold on to that
No bitch shit, you in OBK, you get smoked, nigga
Dead opps, hit that bitch with a headshot, ayy
Oh bro, what I tell 'em?
Ayy, niggas know, ayy, we the real get back gang
Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?
Ayo Cal, you with me, brodie
Ayo Fredo, go 'head nigga, go grab a potato
Like he don't know that I kill for the
K, so I pull up and give him a facial
He be talkin' that shit but that nigga a
Bitch and we know he ain't even like that
They be claimin' we even but see me, I'm
Breathin', that nigga can't get his life back
Ayo Cal, I hope Jared's killer bleeds and has a slow leak
Hit 'em all in this shit with the switch and
Stand over that bitch 'fore they smoke me
It's walk down, I get the drop, I'ma
Sit on they spot 'til they pop out
.556S in my ARP and these green tips I got knock a cop down
Ride for the gang and die for the gang
So I live my life with no regrets
Whip my shit from side to side when I
Aim, have my fully auto leave him wet
Chillin' with the opps, nigga think he
Hot shit, now he wanna send a threat
Now I'm tryna get him, told lil' brodie
Kill him, so we went ahead and made a bet
Wonder why Fredo walk with a limp, why that
Bulge in his pants? 'Cause he walk with a stick
Got a fully on me when I spin on them kids, nothing
Less than a thirty gettin' dropped when I spin
Everybody got low when I slam that they whip
Whole summer is slow for them niggas again
Thought we wasn't on shit but it's litty again
I feel bad for my opps, most them niggas is dead
Bitch boy, yeah, you put all them shots in
My whip but your mans got got in the whip
Snitch boy, yeah, you told on J Money and Mook
So you know when I catch you, it's lit
Just remember my guys 'bout whatever, the
Glizzy I'm boardin', if not, the Beretta
Why y'all throw all them shots in his sweater?
'Cause he was a bitch so my shotta got with him
Who the fuck niggas think wanna bet? I'll
Slam on his ass every day 'til he dead
Scratch him off of the list, now who's next? Got
More slammers I still haven't touched since we met
And they know when I bring them shits out
I make sure niggas straight, everyone get a stick
My lil' shotters, they ain't all got a chop so they get them a switch
Bitch retarded, she stutter and spit
See, I got a Glock and lil' bro got a Glock
But I'd rather pull up with a trey-five
Get the drop from a bitch and pull up where he stay
Hit him all in his shit, tell him take five
Opps want me dead but cannot get me
Fuck, he's ridin' dirty in a 'Renni
Fully auto shake him like he Diddy, run
These hollows racin' through his kidney
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