[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Hmm
Baow, baow, baow
FBEAT go crazy
Hmm
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Fah-fah-fah
Hmm
[Chorus]
Fuck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E
I ain't with the lil' pups, bitch, I'm at the T-O-P
Nigga got his lil' shit took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got niggas gon' go for me
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that shit right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?
[Verse 1]
Catch him at night, at that light, like Tupac, we gon' hit him up
We stripped him for his shit, now is time to split the chilli up
Wait, what you do? Not shit, so you ain't gettin' nothin'
Pressured up and asked me for a fade, pulled out a big gun
It can't even fit up in the stash, call it Big Pun
Real nasty bitch, when I hit it, she don't even run
I don't wanna hit your 'Wood, 'causе that shit is bunk skunk
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, 'cause that bitch is bunk skunk (That bitch is bunk)
Bitch, I'm trophied up, jointed up, bеtter not fuckin' touch
Act tough if you want, put you in the fuckin' dust
Last nigga got spanked for tryna pull that same stunt
Hmm, I was thirteen with a big gun (Yeah, yeah)
If I'm a lil' boy, then why you fuckin' run? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' trophy just like my son (Yeah, yeah)
Maserati truck, nigga, catch up (Yeah, yeah)
I'm jointed up now, fuck next up (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Fuck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E
I ain't with the lil' pups, bitch, I'm at the T-O-P
Nigga got his lil' shit took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got niggas gon' go for me
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that shit right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?
[Verse 2]
Fuck all my opps, all them niggas can die tonight
Car wouldn't start, told my Tinys just take the bike
Mark in the park, I witness him get slapped twice
For what, though? Tryna cheat the homies with some trick dice
I got real killers on my side, better think twice
I just hit a bitch that look just like Left Eye
I'm a real Crip, I know you see it on my left side
She couldn't act right, so I had to leave the bitch behind
Nigga died in the street, threw up the wrong signs (Yeah, yeah)
"I ain't doin' no time for another nigga crime" (Yeah, yeah)
What the fuck? You sound like a bitch (Like a bitch)
What the fuck? This nigga probably snitch (He probably snitch)
Tie him up and throw him in the ditch (Put him in the ditch)
Bitch, I'm Shawn Michaels with the kick (Free Johnny Rose)
Niggas really clowns, It (It)
Pressured up by me, when I came around, he hit his bitch
[Chorus]
Fuck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E (FBEAT go crazy)
I ain't with the lil' pups, bitch, I'm at the T-O-P
Nigga got his lil' shit took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got niggas gon' go for me (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that shit right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?