F the Opps Screwly G (Ft. TiyGangAce)

[Intro: Screwly G]
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[Verse 1: Screwly G]
Bump down on the opps with buttons (Brr)
Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off, I guess he ain't see us comin'
Hop out, rrr, rrr, hawked him down, his niggas went to runnin'
I can up a dub, a ten of blues, the opps ain't got no money
Switch too fast (Rrah), drench his ass, ff, ff, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' him up to spin on us, his dumb ass died, he shouldn't've trust it (Ah, ha)
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple of months, I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusty
Like his mans (Rrr, rrr), we popped him up, but he ain't die, the bitch got lucky (Uh)
Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight, fuss, then fuck, the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and a nigga got killed (Rrah), don't ask me shit 'cause I don't know nothin' (Rrah, rrah)
I got a switch on back of this Glock, when 12 ride past, I'm tryna tuck it
Ain't just totin' these guns for fun (Rrah), nigga spin out West, then tell 'em wе done it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We on the way to thе top, still ridin' with chops (Uh-huh), hittin' opps, we puttin' 'em under (Uh-huh)
Four niggas on that hit, they ain't know who was who when we shot, we let off a hundred
Aim for the face, neck, or the chest when we shoot (Rrah), last nigga caught one in the stomach (Uh-huh)
Built for this shit, caught a— uh, and they vomit
Nigga, I run with some gunners (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, like Austin, Stone Cold Stunna (Rrah)
One of them faces a real-deal gunner (Rrah)
Kill him this winter, won't see him next summer (Rrah)
Dyin' for clout, opps get dumber and dumber
Hit in his head, 'fore he fell, he stumbled
7.62 make a big nigga tumble
Killin' the killers and whoever sent you
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah-grrah)
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry (Grrah)
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye (Rrah)
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah, grrah)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
She like when I backstab her (Uh)
Niggas be tryna kill, then get some money, these niggas be ass-backwards (Uh)
It ain't a bitch I want that I already had, the baddest hoes, we bagged 'em (Uh-huh)
Niggas be tryna run like we playin' it (Grrah), these chopper shells gon' tag 'em (Grrah-grrah-grrah), uh
DOA, got caught, we smashed him (Grrah)
We caught his mans, but we missed and we passed him
Fucked up the hit, bro too thirsty to blast 'em
What the fuck is you doin'? Nigga, we could've had 'em
Opps hate us, they know we harrass 'em (Uh)
Just like his mans, we catch him grab him (Grrah)
Like a thief in the night, we creep up and drag him (Grrah, grrah)
Reaper, go get him, come here, grab him
Uh, uh-huh, uh
Two hundred on the dash, I'll put up foreign (Uh)
Drop my mask, bail out blowin' (Rrah)
Made niggas crash, caught on Torrence (Grrah, grrah)
Don't listen to opps, they a bad influence
What a nigga wan' do? Let me know, we can do it
Killin' you and your crew if you say we into it
Extra clips for the gun we can shoot us a movie
Uh, uh, fuck my opps, we overactive
Fuck nigga fall on the ground, keep shootin' his ass (Grrah), make sure you over-clap him
We box a nigga in from different ends, we gon' booby-trap him (Uh-huh)
One of them shotters who jump out the back of them trucks, nigga, I am not no rapper