Opp Pack

Damn, damn

Broke the internet

Tell you what

Put that nigga ass in the dirt

I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking?

Free kill

Fuck wrong with you

Free kill

I'll tell you what, though

What? What?

(Staccs on the beat so it sound different)

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)

And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)

New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (dig)

Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

I can not beef with a nigga, he dead

I got some niggas I raised from the dead

I was brought up to keep one in the head

I know it's all talking, my name is not ted

I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues

Won't stop 'til I see a whole lotta red

Pop me a perc', on a whole lot of meds

Kill all the opps and then run from the feds

Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion

Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell them to drop the location

I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration

Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch, want to always entertain 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with a lil' nigga, he dead

Yeah, I can't beef wit' 'em, he dead

Why didn't your mom shoot you dead in the head?

I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread

Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid

Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead

It's the new gun, it's stuffed inside the bed

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)

And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)

New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (yeah)

Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)

Yeah, uh, yeah (dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)

Yeah (dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm going to walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb

Told you lil' niggas this was an invasion, I keep the dough, I feel like I'm zim

Yeah, it's a choice, yeah, they taking that harder way, I'm calling 'em tim

Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim

12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin

Just killed a nigga and it don't mean shit, kill a rap nigga and get famous

And I'm gon' kill every rapper I see, on the kel-tec, that is dangerous

Told you, a nigga gon' touch on these chains and you know that I got to stay dangerous

If you walk home with the stuff in your sack then you know I got to chop off your fingers