F the Opps (Remix) Screwly G (Ft. 21 Savage)

[Intro: Screwly G]
(Jebbes with another one)
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Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[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 (Uh-uh)
Uh, switch too fast (Rrah), drench his ass, fft, fft, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' him up to spin on us, his dumb ass died, he shouldn't've trusted (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' (Grrah, grrah)
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 we done it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We on the way to the top, still ridin' with chop (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 (Rrah)
Killin' the killers and whoever sent you