Fuh da opps

Fuck da opps, go down to hell
Got the chop I wish 'em well
Body drop like wishing well
Hoe don't talk just ring the bell
Ring the bell or you gone leave
battle scars all down my sleeve
(scrrr, pop, pop, pop)
Battle scars all down my sleeve
Feel like Gunna I'm pushing P
Fuck yo team they in the blunt
Mix that shit with Purple Runtz
Bitch you fake you just a stunt
Fuck yo gang them niggas fronting
Mix the sprite with Robitussin
Ate the ed' that shit was nothing
Stole yo bitch and now she blushing
In the whip and now we rushing
In the whip with pistols out
Niggas only for the clout
I was down the wrong path had to switch it up to a different route
Keep my name out yo fucking mouth
Running down with choppers out
Tryna see what they talking bout
Turned him into nothing now
We turned him to a bitch
We turned him to a hoe ass nigga he lick
Light that nigga up, turned that hoe to a wick
(he a bitch)
Riding round the hood with my brand new blick
If a nigga try to play, introduce him to the stick
Tell that hoe he suck like a brand new nic
And a nigga try to try me I'm a punch him in his shit
We gone leave him on the ground
We gone smoke him like a pound
Brand new chopper, fifty round
Brand new chopper, hit him down
Brand new chopper, with a beam
We gone hit him and his team
Me and my nigga gonna scheme
Shit be feeling like a dream