Opp Pack UnoTheActivist
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[Intro]
Damn, damn
Broke the Internet (Tell you what)
Put that nigga ass in the dirt
I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill)
Fuck wrong with you? (Free kill) I'll tell you what, though
What? What?
(Staccs on the beat, so it sound different)
[Chorus]
Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table (Dig?)
Nowadays, the first thing a nigga do is start fake beef, then sign to a label (Dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Dig?)
Poke a nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (Dig?)
[Verse 1]
I cannot beef with a nigga, he dead
I got some niggas I raised from the dead
I was brought up to keep one in the head
No, it's no talking, my name is not Ted
I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues, won't stop 'til I see a whole lot of red
Popping these Percs, on a whole lot of meds
Kill all the opps and then run from the feds
Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion
Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the nigga drop location
I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration
Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with that lil' nigga, he dead (Dig?)
Yeah, I can't beef with him, he dead
Murder your mom, shoot your dad in the head
I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread
Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid
Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead
We sleep with guns that's stuffed inside the bed
Damn, damn
Broke the Internet (Tell you what)
Put that nigga ass in the dirt
I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill)
Fuck wrong with you? (Free kill) I'll tell you what, though
What? What?
(Staccs on the beat, so it sound different)
[Chorus]
Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table (Dig?)
Nowadays, the first thing a nigga do is start fake beef, then sign to a label (Dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Dig?)
Poke a nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (Dig?)
[Verse 1]
I cannot beef with a nigga, he dead
I got some niggas I raised from the dead
I was brought up to keep one in the head
No, it's no talking, my name is not Ted
I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues, won't stop 'til I see a whole lot of red
Popping these Percs, on a whole lot of meds
Kill all the opps and then run from the feds
Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion
Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the nigga drop location
I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration
Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with that lil' nigga, he dead (Dig?)
Yeah, I can't beef with him, he dead
Murder your mom, shoot your dad in the head
I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread
Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid
Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead
We sleep with guns that's stuffed inside the bed
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