Opp Pack - 42 Dugg

Free them boys, my bad

(Stoop, go stupid)

Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner

Niggas pointers, 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?

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 appeals, bitch and reds, meds, leads

These niggas all hoes (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 Ski,»

Doggy bone, bitch, where’d it be?

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner

Niggas pointers, 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?

Ever run into it, I’ma blow his ass down, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Warnin', yeah, warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'

Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'

When I catch that boy, I’m gon' step (I'm gon' step)

I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps)

I built that shit by myself (Myself)

When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help

They say, «You talk to such and such?»

Fuck no (Fuck no)

«What you gon' do to such and such?»

Gun blow (Pop, pop)

This AK not a mini, it’s a jumbo

Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door

Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack

I don’t smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs

Drop that, drop that, drop that

Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his

ass down)