Letras
Yeah, okay
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
It's Kofsfinger, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo
And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
We gonna send them through the roof
We spend his block like hula hoops
Like, what you wanna do
You talkin' bout opps, might have a few
But the only real OPS really my crew
Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We outside, we on his block
I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock
I'm pimpin', I'm often with a thot
He's strippin' because I got this pole
Made him throw his money on the floor
I'm runnin' pockets, not runnin' home
I got no picks, know what I'm on
Tryna make the opposition catch em
I'm throwin' picks and interceptions
I got a stick, I got a FN
I do not chat, I get to steppin'
They know where I'm at, I ain't hard to find
Like, my mama heart part of mine
Don't make me make your mama cry
My shot real sharp like porcupine
They know where I'm at, in the trap like Fred
I'm tryna stack my bread, my bitch bad
Yeah, kinda like Daph
I kick back and I count my cash
I just laugh with my dawgs, my Scoobies
Loadin' the clips and we makin' a movie
Totin this nine in some 990 newbies
Smoke me a opp, yea I smoke me a doobie
When my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo
And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
We gonna send him through the roof
We spin his block like hula hoops
Like, what you wanna do
You talkin' bout opps, might have a few
But the only real OPS really my crew
Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We outside, we on his block
I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock
I'm pimpin', I'm offtem with a thot
He's strippin' because I got this pole
Made him throw his money on the floor
I'm runnin pockets, not runnin' home
I got no pics, know what I'm on
I'm with your bitch and I give her bone
I got the drip, Mr. Put-It-On
If we got opps, brodie get them gone
If you ain't talkin bread then don't call my phone
Lately, I've been feelin' all alone
But I could do better when I'm on my own
When I get in the stu and I'm in my zone
Then I'm gettin higher than a drone
SiQ my dawg so that make me Shaggy
We the best in the game if you ask me
Been doing some numbers you can check the stat-sheet
We got your girl in the backseat
Keep two with me like Velma and Daphne
And both of them like to get nasty
And I like my shawties bad and bougie
With a little bit of classy
Don't got time for hoes, only worried bout green
Makin' sure everyone eat on my team
And my life like a movie, I'm livin' a dream
Hop out the van, mystery machine
You can check my record, yeah, my slate is clean
And we hit your mans, my Glock got a beam
Everything that I spit, yeah, I keep it a bean
OPS, the gang, NRC is the team
OPS Gang