🎵 We The Opps // by Spinabenz

14 ContributorsWe The Opps Lyrics [Intro] Whop Fuck the opps man I don’t know what you niggas talkin bout man Niggas just be rapping you hear me (Jumpout gang) Livin this shit forreal man Big B shit (KuKu Gang) Spinz Fuck the opps nigga Shug Nation A-Team Shit (On gang) Aight, Go [Whoppa Wit Da Choppa] Niggas speaking on Bink but let’s speak facts I ain’t seen a nigga out since Bibby got smacked He was talking about Shug now his ass a pack We still on the same block get your lick back I was in the county, Foolio came in Stay strapped, beat his ass, then he checked in Nigga popped your momma how you ain’t spin? I be all in your hood, bitch you ain’t in Spinz put a pole on you, you an ashtray Quise roll up that dope, this that KTA We was all at your reunion, all in your face Trey D tried that shit, got his ass faced Felix ain’t smoking Shug, boy that nigga ain’t Ain’t got my gun, ima beat your ass, on Nate You a G, I just turned a nigga to a jake All that clicking up with opps, man thesе niggas gay We Jumpout Gang, KuKu Gang Lil bronem drilling shit Tell Lil Crack stay out thе block fore he keep getting hit And Foolio he know who shot him, and still ain’t do shit Nigga tried to shoot me and hit a jit, boy you been a bitch Free Lil Man till they saying that shit backward Fuck the Twins ima give they ass twin caskets It ain’t Sunday, but you gone see a pastor Fye the Teek up, cause that Bibs burn faster I’m really in the streets bitch, I ain’t just rapping I don’t listen to the opps cause these niggas capping Rest up Nate, Bitch we ain’t ducking no action Rest up Shug, Bitch we ain’t ducking no action [Spinabenz:] Fuck Teki, Fuck Rick, Fuck FeFe Face shot touchdown, that’s a TD Nigga Charles act gangsta, he acka got a clip for his ass, make him see shit in 3D Bink gang, Shug Nation, thats big b’s Trey D got smoked, he was out east D-Rose robbed Foolio, make him sit crisscrossed like the fuck nigga live in a teepee Niggas sweet need milk, teechi Lil Henry probably sit when he pee pee Lil Cobe a bitch and he pussy and he’ll probably go run when a fuck nigga see me Drop .223s in a fuck nigga whip, it was me and Greenlight, Lil Leeke Caught Tray Boy lacking by the store, had a tag on his head trying to cash out the receipt Gang shit, they know that we swang shit I’m swanging the mop but I ain’t doing cleaning, I’m leaving the stains bitch Nuski and Bibs the same bitch (They dead) Tryna be problem kids Mookie you know where to find me at I'll try send you where Osama at Better calm it man, you wanna die like Osama did? Thinking you living like something you not now your chest full of iron like Charles ass Put him to sleep like he popping xans Brains splatter cause he running in place and I’m standing in front of him popping him Look like I’m doing the mopping dance