"OPP"DOWN

T2! Nigga. When I go outside, it's a OPP DOWN. When I go outside, it's a Opp down Bustin' with The K, with the homies shootin Mac rounds Catch him throwin' up that one Sign, we gon Tag him up Homicide, bought the Jakes out, Now they gon Back him up They need to go and get a bigger Bag, that Nigga fat as f*ck Tryin' to run from me, 223's Movin' fast As f*ck Time to celebrate, grab a leaf, just to Roll Him up You niggas broke, don't even got a Gram, just To roll a dutch My ice glisten, it'll make a Whole summer Cold as f*ck Your bitch seen the guap in my Pocket, and Now she choosin' up that nigga, cryin' Cause he Want this bitch, it got me dead as F*ck Ever wanna see your bitch again, you Gotta Pay me, so I'm makin' all these C-notes from Slinging All these free codes If he trippin' and lovin' my Hoe, he gettin His bitch repo Plug call with the fresh perks, Brody, I need Those I'ma pop a pill and find a nigga blockin' Get my creep on Then I'ma call the little homie Up and see What he on He got a green-ass plate, but that Nigga Waitin' for me, though Every time we make a Play, that shit is nothin But free throws And your bitch a free throw Too, nigga Got a couple guns, but the .50 cal Glock extinct Takin' niggas out the game like I'm workin' in Field retention They pillow talk for pussy, all these niggas get Real pretentious Police got me in that room, man, they mad, I Get real dismissin Smoke a blunt before a hit, but the walk is just An activator Remy spittin' 223's, bullets might decapitate Him On the intermediate for a while, so now it's Back to basics And let a nigga try to slide, and he gon' meet His maker If only you could see me now, mama, your son Don't fuckin' make it Came a long way from Charlottesville to Graham, now I got niggas hatin The rich opposition pulled up, he in a big Bentley Let the chop sing a song for his ass, symphony Wig splittin Word he got his bitch in the car, should get Split with him Fucked around and sent too many shots, he got A split bent One shot hit right between his eyes, that shit Was split licky Let a nigga try to slide, and he gon' meet his Maker If only you could see me now, mama, your son Don't fuckin' make it If only you could see me now, mama, your son Don't fuckin' make it