Opp Pack 42 Dugg (Ft. Nardo Wick)

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
What's that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe
I came up off pills, bitch and reds, meds, lеads
These niggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice
Bitch, we is never equals (At all)
Fuck a nigga hatin' on me
And fuck a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Skeet"
Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be?