Dead opp
Dead opp
Yo, Listen
Sit in the wheels and plan the attack
On your sides there's no gettin' back
Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what)
DQ why you talk like that?
Real bod boys and they got my back
Right or wrong they gon beat them straps
Uh, uh
Right or wrong, yo
Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag
I swear D a fuckin' fag
Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags
You'll get popped like tags
Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it (Fuckin' it)
Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up
Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it (Bow)
Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun
If he wanna tweak, leave him
He scared on the drill, don't need him (Nah)
Fuck a gun just give him a beatin'
He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid
Go get it back 'fore you hop on tracks (Why?)
'Cause your homie a pack
Like why did you sit in the trap and lack
Should've had your habad ready to clap (Bup, bup, bup)
I know you fuck niggas done heard me (Heard me)
I heard the takers did him dirty
Had him dancin' he got sturdy (Bow)
Couldn't even rinse that birdie (Nah)
You spin I spin (Spin)
They drop 5s we fill 'em wit 10
If no one's outside we spinnin' again, Like
Fuck it everything dead
Hallows they hit him and put him to bed
No leg shots sim it at his head
(Hallows they hit him and put him to what)
(No leg shots aim it at his what, yo)
Sit in the wheels and plan the attack (The attack)
On your sides there's no gettin' back
Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what)
DQ why you talk like that?
Real bod boys and they got my back
Right or wrong they gon beat them straps
Uh, uh (Bow, bow)
Right or wrong, yo
Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag
I swear D a fuckin' fag
Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags
You'll get popped like tags
Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up
Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it
Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun
If he wanna tweak, leave him
He scared on the drill, don't need him
Fuck a gun just give him a beatin'
He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid (Bow, bow, bow)
Yo, gunshots out the wheels
They get caught on the roads and squeal
Five block yeah we do this for real
Don't get spooked in the east
All the opps should know what that means
Creep up out the gully and beat
It's fucked up now he's dead and deceased
Listen, no cap
Your homie got left in the trap
Can't forget the next one got packed
How the fuck do they drop like that
Gotta plan the attack
Come slide two five beatin' back
East side niggas know where we at
DV and OP on the map, Bap