Opps On Deck Songtext
(This a Nitti beat)
Yeah
Yeah, bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, free my brother (Yeah)
Bitch, free my brother
Bitch, free my brother, nigga
Bitch, free my— (Yeah), yeah
When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't none of that chillin' with the opps on deck
I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them niggas not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the wreck
Yeah
Yeah, bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, free my brother (Yeah)
Bitch, free my brother
Bitch, free my brother, nigga
Bitch, free my— (Yeah), yeah
When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't none of that chillin' with the opps on deck
I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them niggas not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the wreck
I seen a nigga get hit in his chest, he ain't know he was hit, he was holdin' his neck
I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath
I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself
I ain't evеn gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil Three when I needed somе help
Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them niggas be gettin' the belt
I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed
Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself
Hell yeah, I'ma switch when shit get right, everybody disappeared when shit went left
Bitch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair
I'll go and fuck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear
One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care
Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them niggas wasn't there
It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that shit wasn't fair
If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air
When we posted up, them niggas don't spin our block, them little pussy boys wasn't there
I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money or clothes if you loyal 'cause that shit rare
Can't even control these .308s, these bitches so big, it'll knock down a bear
None of the opps really want this smoke, this shit'll get worser than smokin' a square, bitch
I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath
I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself
I ain't evеn gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil Three when I needed somе help
Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them niggas be gettin' the belt
I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed
Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself
Hell yeah, I'ma switch when shit get right, everybody disappeared when shit went left
Bitch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair
I'll go and fuck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear
One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care
Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them niggas wasn't there
It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that shit wasn't fair
If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air
When we posted up, them niggas don't spin our block, them little pussy boys wasn't there
I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money or clothes if you loyal 'cause that shit rare
Can't even control these .308s, these bitches so big, it'll knock down a bear
None of the opps really want this smoke, this shit'll get worser than smokin' a square, bitch
