Opps XXL Nicky (Ft. 30 Deep Grimeyy & NWM Cee Murdaa)

Gang, fuck all the goofies, fuck all the rats, n*ggas know that we stack, gonna blow your ass back, I’m big Murdaa n*gga

Noble King Ali on the beat

Uhh uhh these shells meth
They got to love, to spit em’ out
If you drop your load, I have my utta come to spin your house
A n*gga tell on me I bet a bitch I’m gon’ extend his mouth
Turn up, my shoe the red bottoms
Stepped on him like a dirty couch
Candy man, candy man I pop up just one creepy killer
I was only seven sent that sure they be in the mirror
When my day be done point it at it try to end a n*gga
And always you first know self Defense and never been attempted
Can’t get up on me, ain’t got a day, so I ain’t goin’ out
His n*ggas always dance they goin’ to church but they ain’t goin’ to shout
I go to see my bro grave and then kill em’ out them n*gga goin’ pow
He tried to cover his face hit him in his hands now that boy got the gow
Please don’t call my phone I might not answer then I tell ya
Opps don’t want no smoke, they want no cancer, they like hell nah
Trippin’ of the bitch, they want no shit, I almost fell ya
If you do the job and keep it shh then we might cell ya
I will put no money on his side, my shooters obligated
We gon’ fuck around, when they fuck around, n*ggas cooperated
Almost bussed a nah in that birch, but she was ambulated
30 Deep the Gang and doublion, bitch that’s my occupation