Opp Pack

The only thing I'm smokin' on is that fuckin' Opp Pack Nigga wanna talk and talk and talk, Come take' his spot back I'ma be there one day, but I'm not at the top yet End up in the Hall of Fame like I'm Tom Mack Ballin' so hard, they not used to this Claimin' that he street, but he be the first to snitch He jump out on me, I'ma leave him in a ditch I ain't stoppin' till my kids, kids, kids get rich I'm chasin' bread like I'm lookin' for treasures He wanna beef but I got a Beretta She on me cause I do this shit better I still feenin like I'm Hugh Hefner You posted out here with a Lil Glock We posted out here with a Drake You only let off three shots, we let out bout eight I got the gang on lock, like the chain on the gate These niggas thought I would flop, cause I can do what they can't Chops hit that nigga, and we left him in the lake F*ck you, that's why your crew full of snakes You got yourself in this now, you cannot escape I ain't stoppin' till I see you in some yellow tape Ay, yo, Young G The only thing I'm smokin' on is that Opp Pack Nigga wanna talk and talk and talk, I'm takin come take his spot back I'ma be there one day, but I'm not at the top yet End up in the Hall of Fame like I'm Tom Mack Ballin' so hard, they not used to this Nigga claimin' that he's Street, but he the first snitch He jump out on me, I'ma leave him in the Ditch I ain't stoppin' till my kids, kids, kids get rich I keep a hitter like Minute man Say she don't like me, she been a fan Bitch, you my son, where you gettin' at Don't go for this or that Weak niggas sit up and chitter-chat Fake bitches, I ain't into that Opp Niggas get scratched off like the lottery niggas picked off bar, for bar then they fall off Act hard, but them bitches soft They do shit to spite me, bitch bark to come bite me, don't do competition Don't see oppositions, Send lil' niggas missions don't know what you dishin' Bitch, get out the kitchen, I'm all in they mention No, they ain't winning, students I'm teachin' Lessons I'm preachin', failing they English Bitch, get up, Talk shit, but you ain't up Dripped out with no line up, Ain't shit for real, it was a setup The only thing I'm smokin' on is that fuckin' Opp Pack Nigga wanna talk and talk and talk, Come take' his spot back I'ma be there one day, but I'm not at the top yet End up in the Hall of Fame like I'm Tom Mack Ballin' so hard, they not used to this Claimin' that he street, but he be the first to snitch He jump out on me, I'ma leave him in a ditch I ain't stoppin' till my kids, kids, kids get rich