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F The Opps lyrics

Performer Screwly G

F The Opps song lyrics by Screwly G official

F The Opps is a song in English

Uh' Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Uh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Uh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Uh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Uh

Bump down on the opps with buttons
Ran down on a nigga and knocked 'em off, I guess he ain't see us coming
Hop out drr-rrr hawked 'em down these niggas went to runnin'
I could up a dub 10 of blues the opps ain't got no money
Switch too fast drench his ass, fddt-fddt, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' "em up to spin on us his dumbass died he shouldn't have trust it
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple of months I'm Finna go slide I'm getting rusty
Like his man's we popped 'em up but he ain't die the bitch got lucky
Come to my crib this bitch wanna fight, fuss, then fuck the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and a nigga got killed don't ask me shit cuz I don't know nothin'
I got a switch on back this Glock when 12 ride past I'm tryna tuck it
Ain't just totin' these guns for fun nigga spin out west then tell 'em we done it
We on the way to the top still riding with chops hitting opps we putting 'em under
4 niggas on that hit they ain't know who was who when we shot we let off a hundred
Aim for the face, neck or the chest when we shoot last nigga caught one in the stomach
Built for this shit caught a uh- and they vomit, nigga I run wit some gunna's

Uh, Uh huh
Like Austin stone cold stunna'
One of them faces a real deal gunna', kill him this winter won't see him next summer
Dyin' for clout opps getting dumber and dumber, hit in his head 'fore he fell he stumbled
Seven-six-twos make a big nigga tumble, killin' the killas and whoever sent you
Creep up fddtt fye, knew he was hit heard that ahh
Fuck the opps bitch die fuck his momma bitch cry
Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead bitch try
Grrr grah thats that fire 'nother opp bitch in the sky
Creep up fddtt fye, knew he was hit heard that ahh
Fuck the opps bitch die fuck his momma bitch cry
Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead bitch try
Grrr grah thats that fire 'nother opp bitch in the sky

(uh, uh huh)
She like when I backstab her, niggas be trying to kill then get some money these niggas be ass backwards
It ain't a bitch I want that I already had the baddest hoes we bagged 'em
Niggas be tryna run like we playin' it these choppa shells gon' tag 'em
DOA got caught we smashed 'em, we caught his mans but we missed him passed 'em
Fucked up the hit bro too thirsty to blast 'em, what the fuck is you doin' nigga we could of had 'em
Opps hate us they know we harrass 'em, just like his mans we catch him grab him
Like a thief in the night we creep up and drag him, reaper go get him come here grab 'em
Two-hundred on the dash ill put up foreign
Drop my mask bail out blowin'
Make niggas crash caught on (?)
Don't listen to opps they a bad influence
What a niggas wan' do let me know we can do it
Killin' you and your crew if you say we into it
Extra clips for the gun we can shoot us a movie (uh, uh)
Fuck my opps we over active
Fuck nigga fall on the ground keep shootin' his ass make sure you over clap 'em
We box a nigga in from different ends we gon' boobie trap him
One of them shotta's who jump out the back of them trucks nigga I am not no rapper
(uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

Come on, lets go
Come on, lets go
Come on, lets go
Come on
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