Letras
Twelvo made this shit bang
Opp, Opp, Opp, Opp, Opp, uh
Big Opp, ay, uh, Opp, uh
Fly to New York and link with Stunna, can't get a Glock, I grab a shank
Let a nigga play with me, I bet his ass gon' die today
I'll kill a nigga anywhere, don't give a fuck about the state
Ain't pushin' peace, I'm pushin' violence, bitch, increase the murder rate
Steppin' in blood, that's the shit I like to do
Niggas get bored and get high, bitch, I get bored and I go shoot
Lookin' for opps, the first one that I catch, I put him on the news
He was a goofy 'til his ass got clapped and now he famous too
I'm fresh as fuck when I pop out, Amiri jeans, they filled with racks
My opps be broke, a bunch of crackheads with some guns, how weird is that?
The opps, they hate the fact I'm rappin', know I'm runnin' up a check
Bitch, I rap and I still clap, no lackin', get y'all dumb ass stretched (Opp)
My shooter don't sip liquor, he sip mud
Came up in that drug zone, they ain't show no love, no
Me and Opp go switch for switch, go drum for drum
I could teach you how to make a hundred racks, I stay with road runners
These niggas dyin' for clout, they dyin' for pussy
He ain't know how to use that switchy, man, his bitch ass died a rookie (frr, frr)
In L.A., I'm with gang, in the Trackhawk switchin' lanes (skrrt)
Bitch, it's us, who is they? Walk in the opp block, chain swing, uh
Keep that shit on, keep my bitch in Rick Owen
She be tip-toein', all the opps get shit on
All the opps get hit up with a Micro Drac', we raise the murder rate
Walk him down (frr, frr), head tap, he gon' learn today
Fly to New York and link with Stunna, can't get a Glock, I grab a shank
Let a nigga play with me, I bet his ass gon' die today
I'll kill a nigga anywhere, don't give a fuck about the state
Ain't pushin' peace, I'm pushin' violence, bitch, increase the murder rate
Steppin' in blood, that's the shit I like to do
Niggas get bored and get high, bitch, I get bored and I go shoot
Lookin' for opps, the first one that I catch, I put him on the news
He was a goofy 'til his ass got clapped and now he famous too
Keep that shit on, keep my bitch in Rick Owen
She be tip-toein', all the opps get shit on
All the opps get hit up with a Micro Drac', we raise the murder rate
Walk 'em down (frr, frr), head tap, he gon' learn today