Fuh da opps

F*ck da opps, go down to hell Got the chop I wish 'em well Body drop like wishing well Hoe don't talk just ring the bell Ring the bell or you gone leave battle scars all down my sleeve (scrrr, pop, pop, pop) Battle scars all down my sleeve Feel like Gunna I'm pushing P F*ck yo team they in the blunt Mix that shit with Purple Runtz Bitch you fake you just a stunt F*ck yo gang them niggas fronting Mix the sprite with Robitussin Ate the ed' that shit was nothing Stole yo bitch and now she blushing In the whip and now we rushing In the whip with pistols out Niggas only for the clout I was down the wrong path had to switch it up to a different route Keep my name out yo fucking mouth Running down with choppers out Tryna see what they talking bout Turned him into nothing now We turned him to a bitch We turned him to a hoe ass nigga he lick Light that nigga up, turned that hoe to a wick (he a bitch) Riding round the hood with my brand new blick If a nigga try to play, introduce him to the stick Tell that hoe he suck like a brand new nic And a nigga try to try me I'm a punch him in his shit We gone leave him on the ground We gone smoke him like a pound Brand new chopper, fifty round Brand new chopper, hit him down Brand new chopper, with a beam We gone hit him and his team Me and my nigga gonna scheme Shit be feeling like a dream