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See the way that the opps don't ride

Must not visit their bredrin's grave

And what a fucking joker

And his headstone should get it engraved

And if I knew where the pussyole laid

Then I'll go piss on his grave

They rest in piss and pieces

They don't rest in peace no way

O way or no way he went the wrong way down the one way

And now he's one way and that's the wrong way

Ay broski you saying that's a new strain

Lift up my brain might call it Lampz for the irony

Don't throw O’s from the booth on beside of me

I was 15 with a side by sidе their side of me

Nah wait I'm capping it was an undеr and over

And if you're adding a K to the gang

Might as well pack yourself because your life’s already over

And your broski looks fly on the chain

Though I ain’t to blame though but I ain’t pointing fingers

They throw L’s and they point their fingers

OFB we don't point no fingers

Our bro’s get locked and corn gets chucked round there

You best duck when we cut round there

Don't run out of luck round there

‘Nuff of you run out luck round there

Cah, they add K’s and they don’t have K’s

This is a serious algebra problem

But a K can never equal a O

But when the O’s add K’s we finished the equation

That's your bredrin with his maker

And 6 feet closer to the Equator

Like haha, smell you later

Nah literally when I bark this spliff

And if I had a Genie’s bottle

I’d fling it to the opps and tell them “rub that shit”

And bring back they friends

So we can pack them again

Slapped it then I just slapped it again

Ay, take this shovel and dig up your friends

Swing my Anglo Arms at an angle

But the angle ain’t acute, obtuse

Try leave man flatline 180°

Who’s that? Spin that whip 180°

Pop doors turn it up 20,000°

Had to cover my face like

Like a nigga done sneezed

Had you with your man in the ground

Had you, then he wouldn’t be turning in his grave

And if reincarnation is real

They should come back as female dogs

So they can relive life

As the bitches they was