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blo & glokk40spaz - no opps lyrics

[intro: glokk40spaz]
(dollaz cooked this sh+t up)
mm
woah
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout glokk, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (hmm)

[verse 1: glokk40spaz]
n+ggas, they call me in heaven, huh
god said, “let me redo that” (redo it)
i got a glock and i’m hangin’ out shootin’ (i’m shootin’)
i’m with your b+tch and i’m f+ckin’ wife too (uh, i don’t care)
glock 19s out the window, they shootin’, huh (glock 19)
n+gga, you know that they shootin’ (know that they shootin’)
them baby glock answers, he workin’ the move
my young n+gga pushin’ up, walk with an uzi (brrt, brrt)
i ain’t do a feature or nothin’ (yeah)
i ain’t never seen him a sixty, woah (on god)
i ain’t never seen gen4 (on a 4)
where the f+ck n+ggas gon’ go? (on god)
where the f+ck n+ggas gon’ stay? huh (like what?)
i’m on the block all day, huh (all day)
i got a glock in my pocket, huh (brrt)
they can start shootin’ at the lake, go
y’all n+ggas ain’t never did no hard time
suckin’ d+ck, i swear to god she blow my whole mind, huh
i hate when she wastin’ my time
baby, stop playin’ with my feelings
baby, stop playin’ with my mind, you trippin’
pulled out a hundred, bae, that’s my decision (free blo)
and they got the brother locked up in the system, woah, yeah (free blo)
i know that you told, woah, yeah
i know that you told, woah, you snitchin’ (free blo)
i know that you told (free blo)
yeah, and my brother locked up for a ‘bow (free sumo)
b+tch wanna f+ck me, i already know (uh)
i’m gfo, you know she gon’ go (gfo)
i ain’t got no opps, they broke (woo, woo)
[verse 2: blo]
i ain’t even got no opps
i was fourteen with a 19, i couldn’t even buy no glock
flew this b+tch in from boston, she came home with red socks
supposed to go to court, but somehow, it got dead docked
can’t even go to court
all of my cars, they got two hundred, i don’t even gotta drive in sport
no bbl, she all natural, she can’t even fit the shorts
ain’t stuntin’ the feds, i got my switch while i’m in new york
my muslim ho, she left me, i shouldn’t never tried to feed her pork
gettin’ head in the sally port, i hope the camera don’t see
i don’t care ’bout your favorite rapper, he ain’t harder than me
i still want the brabus truck, i really like the b
talkin’ ’bout umbrellas, i’m in my stolen car without the key
no key fob
who made this b+tch? i’ll give a shout out to exo mob
i was goin’ up way before i locked in with rob
i was on live when the police ran down on me in cobb
free the bros
so many warrants, i couldn’t even do no shows
we don’t talk no more, but she still got my clothes
people change, and that’s just how life go
tired of bein’ locked up, tell the co pop the door

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