🎵 Dead Opps // by Lee Drilly

6 ContributorsDead Opps Lyrics [Intro: Lee Drilly, Pop Smoke] Shoutout Yamaica Gang 94Gz, no ‘Gz like these, you heard? You jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze (Okay, okay) TMac wit’ me Gang Beats by Yamaica Productions baby Lee Drilly [Verse 1: Lee Drilly] Said bullets gon’ hit us and rip through our neck? Said “I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a vest” But that’s the advice that got your mans left ‘Cause Lenny got hit in the chest (SevSideK) Rite moved wrong, so he had to get left Know my niggas was makin’ a mess And I don’t really like to talk on the dead But y’all won’t let the guys and ‘em rest Lee Drilly still be Mr. Poke-Them-To-Death (I’ma poke ‘еm) So don’t get up close tryna flex Spin on Tiеbout and we’ll leave somethin’ red (TieboutK) After that, we gon’ flock on the S Can’t believe how you’re acting, like me and my niggas don’t pack shit Say, “Drilly” in every song on some whack shit, like, we start taxin’ First ten times, me and [?] just laughin’, but now we’re reactin’ B-Lovee talkin’, “Bunny Hop into a backflip” Noah ain’t ball, now he Makkin’ right up in his casket (OGzK) Dumb nigga should’ve had it, I would’ve went out blastin’ (That’s just me) Dumb nigga should’ve had it, I would’ve went out —, gang, gang, gang That boy should’ve emptied the clip, yo Too bad, he tried to run (He ran) But if you gon’ talk that shit, bro, then you better have a gun Heard another nigga got hit though, but y’all was chillin’, smokin’ Runtz Niggas yellow tapped Briscoe, now he laid up in the blunt (Oh my God) You know the breeze is here, I’ll rock Top spot and I’m coming to win the prize Pretty boy, that’s for the disguise But I’m gangsta, could see the look in my eyes Drilly gang, no, you can’t get a high Bitches all on our dick ’cause we on the ride [?], I’d rather die I ain’t fightin’ my demons, they on my side But your man just died, that’s a bummer (Damn) [?] How you talk so much, but you still a runner Talkin’ that talk, we know you’re a fronter And I’m wit’ DGunna Bitches gon’ fuck ‘cause you know they gunthas If you ain’t gang, then you ain’t my brother Slide to the ‘Rey, let it rain on Thunder (ReyWayK) And we hittin’ lightning (Lightning) Two poles with me, Trends and the ‘Gz, we was never fighting Free brodie Nas, yeah, he still be skypin’ Talk down and you know that we gotta light it This ain’t no blood, turn you to Runtz, better move with guidance Lil’ nigga, you better move with guidance (Gang, gang, gang) [Verse 2: TMac] No lie, like gang, I’m tired of y’all dissin’ my set Like Tank ain’t get shot in his head Like Noah ain’t run and get stomped in his ‘jects Like Smelly ain’t die for a bike, can’t forget about Benji, got left at the light Call a thottie, then I’ma get right MV, he shootin’, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Skype Yeah, JO, he got left at the store Gunna, he with me, he fienin’ to score Let’s talk on the get back When [?] got hit, they ain’t spin back Jack DOA, yeah, I’m pushin’ his wig back Gun never jam, never hear click clack We cross niggas out, no Tic Tac We cross niggas out, no Tic Tac So, you know we gon’ spin on your bro It get lit when I see me an O Lee, he be buggin’, run up, you get poked (Like Smelly) Gang, gang, gang So, you know we gon’ spin on your bro It get lit when I see me an O Lee, he be buggin’, run up, you get poked (Like Smelly) Gang, gang, gang