[Intro]

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom

Like, every opp shot

Bitch

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah

(Gor on the track, bitch)

Like

[Verse 1]

Why they talkin' like I don't put on? (Grrah)

I see me a opp and I always perform (Grrah-grrah, boom)

And they popped and they blow

Never cappin' in raps, live the shit that I wrote (Like)

Nigga cappin', you chillin' on ThirdSide, then he got beat, switched him to the opp side

I know all my Trendies, they gon' ride (Grrah, like)

One phone call and I know that they gon' slide (Every opp shot)

Nigga dumb, he got lined by a bitch (Grrah)

Fell off a stretcher, now he in a ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Hold on the wheel while I dump out the whip (Like)

How you ran on ya mans when he fell and he tripped? (Every opp shot)

Fuck that, we gon' bend on the 8 (Like)

Leave Rubi hangin' from a gate (Suck my dick)

Rubi a bitch, she got spit in her face (8OH, like)

And we smokin' on Rah and this shit got me laced (Like, 8OHK, grrah)

[Chorus]

I'ma hop out the V, start dumpin' (Grrah)

Do a drill, heart start pumpin' (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Niggas be cappin', but still ain't do nothin' (Like)

We spin through the 8 and we aimin' for muffins (Every opp shot)

And you know that we smokin' on D and D

You niggas a lie, you not seein' me

Pay me for a verse and this shit is not free (Grrah)

And I swear when you see me, put me on a tee (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Verse 2]

Like, how you go out on a mission? (Like)

Could never be me, I woulda got to clickin' (Every opp shot)

Sendin' shots, I bet I never miss (Like)

And I'm always on timin', the way that I'm dissin' (On hots)

Rah Rah died, left his brains in the cab (Grrah)

See a YG, I'ma let it clap (Every opp shot)

'Lilah be bussin', got me feelin' smacked

And we smokin' on Mexi, roll him off a flat (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)

And you bitches know better, don't at me

Scary bitches, they look and walk past me

If I catch Bri, leave her ass in a alley

And no we not lackin' in taxis

Murda B, she gon' geek on the track

And it's never the cap when I'm talkin' the facts

How many bitches be runnin' their mouths (Grrah)

I don't know why the fuck niggas chat on the app (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Chorus]

I'ma hop out the V, start dumpin' (Like)

Do a drill, heart start pumpin' (Every opp shot)

Niggas be cappin', but still ain't do nothin' (Grrah)

We spin through the 8 and we aimin' for muffins (Suck my dick)

And you know that we smokin' on D and D

You niggas a lie, you not seein' me (Grrah)

Pay me for a verse and this shit is not free

And I swear when you see me, put me on a tee (Every opp shot)

[Outro]

Bitch, suck my dick

Die Drilly, grrah

Every opp shot