
Play Da Opps YSR Gramz (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd & Six Ward Von)
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[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
(It's-It's-It's with a K, dumbass)
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots
[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
I don't even argue with my bitch, I can't really say a lot
Make one call to my lil' nigga, spray the block
Brodie caught a nigga lackin', he gon' make me take a shot
My dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot
Nigga callin', talkin' 'bout a truce, meet the Glock
Seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown
Should've left his dumb ass right where I found him
Bet his ass ain't know that I be around his parts
You playin' the wrong game, lil' nigga, restart it
Never see you again, get your ass departed
You out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target
I lived in my hood, I could never go to Carmen
(Enrgy Beats)
(It's-It's-It's with a K, dumbass)
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots
[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
I don't even argue with my bitch, I can't really say a lot
Make one call to my lil' nigga, spray the block
Brodie caught a nigga lackin', he gon' make me take a shot
My dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot
Nigga callin', talkin' 'bout a truce, meet the Glock
Seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown
Should've left his dumb ass right where I found him
Bet his ass ain't know that I be around his parts
You playin' the wrong game, lil' nigga, restart it
Never see you again, get your ass departed
You out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target
I lived in my hood, I could never go to Carmen
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