Dead Opps

$O off this dirty red
BUCK what my burner said
Buck from these chicken heads
Love Blokka gettin' this bread
Every opp I got is dead
Ain't no worries in my head
Don't even lay down to rest
Only with hoes up in my bed
Only the sess up in my chest
Only the set I live my rep
Peep this game don't get upset
Finna slide when panties wet
Bitch came to the crib I told her this a gangster party
Buss down for the gang and show some love for black heart shawty

Every opp I got is dead

Evеry opp I got is dead
Every opp I got is dead
Fuck all my hatеrs, families, police, and the fucking feds
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Who want a bag?
Who want a bag?
Who want a bag?
Who want a bag?
Who want a bag?
You want a bag?

Get a bag of dope and a quarter O