Dead Opps Songtext
von Y&R Mookey

Now this one be a murder shit
Yeah, this one be a murder shit


They popped up out the cut and tried to leave a nigga dead
I got grave slugger shots, back breach shoulda left ′em dead
Roll that opp pack, know he dropped that, fuck that nigga red
You ain't gone pop that, better stop that, better use your head
Swing that corner, they dead
Jump out with that lead
Fuck the opps, they scared
They ain′t gone come where we at
Gotta watch the Feds
Know they want my head
He got popped and ain't do shit
He the one who scared
Fuck this, smoke some regs
She gon' use her head instead
Off them drugs, tweaking, geeking, bitch, I′m full of meds
Catch a snug tryna sneak me, catch one in the head
Rock the plug for the season, need a cigarette
Smoke a 23, he got a nigga tweaking out
On Melvin street tryna bend a block and leave him leaking out
Just give me a reason, I′ma show what that speech about
Pull right on side you with that drake and knock your speakers out
Oh, you tweaking now
All on live for your fans, that's the reason how
Nigga end up on a shirt, head bleeding out
Make him do the running man, tryna get found
With that four pound