OPPS CLEAR OUT - .223Jerm, 83HADES, Lil Darkie

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This is a certified hood classic

Bitch, I’m flexed up, see me with my pipe (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)

Got my goonies with the yoppa and a snipe (Boom-boom)

Real trap shit

Take yo chains and yo watch and yo Nikes (Gimme that)

Bitch, I’m flexed up, see me with the pipe (Graa)

Bitch, I’m flexed up, even at the store (Like what the fuck?)

Got a choppa, that’s my toolie, grippin' poles (Boom-boom)

But that bitch, gave me neck, 'till she choke (what the fuck?)

All my niggas, shootin' bullets like we bloks (Like what the fuck?)

I just squat a plug, took his work (I took his pack)

I just ran up on the field, on his turf (On his turf)

R.I.P memo lizzie on her shirt (On her shirt)

I put that nigga’s ashes right in my purp (In my purp)

I told that bitch to stop, huh

Fuck all yo friends, they too rich to pop, off!

Please step to me, I could knock your top, off!

Niggas show no love, I know why you talk

Soft ass nigga

Light fell on the gas, nigga

Fuck keeping my friends

All that shit is in the past, nigga

Oh, you want some now, huh

Why you never ask, whether

I was doing good or needed help inside this bad weather

Act like you’re my friend

Or I’ll assume you just gon' use me for my talent

In the end those niggas always end up losing you in balance

I ain’t putting in no time, don’t hit me just to talk

So don’t be asking for a dime when my wrist is rocked

(You don’t even hit my line, nigga the fuck?)

Jugg them packs and we know that I swerve

Niggas talking bullets 'till they ass got burnt

Yeah, I give 'em warning, but they still won’t learn (Aye, fuck)

Da-da-da-da, when it’s drive-by, hit curbs (Skr, skrttt)

Niggas try to press me, but they steal cash, bitch

See me pull up, now his body in the ditch

I don’t give a fuck, make it stun, he gon' miss (Boom-boom)

Bitch, I’m James Hardy when I’m shooting with the wrist (Oh, fuck)

Real trap shit

Eeightythree

R-r-r-r-r-ride in the moshpit

Light 'em up, he get shot quick

And I really make that top

Spin the chopper, off him

Never had shit, I’m not sober fucking often (Ofteeen)

Moving weight, I put in work like it’s fucking CrossFit (CrossFiiiit)

Gimme-gimme top, bitch, you finna ride this fucking Glock, bitch

When you see me in the night, I’m with my fucking goblins

I’mma turn that bitch nostalgic, I’m really poppin'

I’m the master and lil' bitch you still a novice

Stalking 'till he all alone, hear the knockin'

He a pussy, he don’t want no motherfuckin' problems

Got a hole in his head, in his skull, turn 'em dolphins

Said that he wants static then we can get to shockin'

Bring the Glock in, bop bop, two shots in his legs

Yeah, on crutches, he ain’t walking

I don’t listen when you’re talkin', I’m getting paid for talking

RVR3 is the set, lil' bitch, we on that squad shit

You are not a part of it, so back the fuck up off of me

Chopper do 'em bad, chopper give his ass lobotomy

Yeah, I’m moving with narcotics, G

Smoking collared greens

I just popped me a bean

Take a few of the greens

I’mma really let it gleam

End the party with my beam

Got a couple killas with me

Couple killas on my team

I be burnt out, pissed, spill some Wok on my jeans

I be stepping in Margielas when I pull up to the scene