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capolow - dead opps lyrics

[intro: capolow & cml lavish d]
(apollojetson)
ayy, ayy
on everything, you pray the opps die?
(who made the beat?)
all the opps dead (apollo, ho)

[chorus: capolow]
i wonder how i’m still alive sometimes
that’s why i still get high sometimes
i pray all the opps die sometimes
i still pick up the nine sometimes
i pray all my n+ggas free from hard times
i pray all my n+ggas off the yard line
i pray, oh, yeah, i pray
i pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[verse 1: capolow]
he hopped out, opp laid, opp dead
i pray the opps die, heard what i said (ayy, ayy)
i grab that chop, k!ll a n+gga for my meds
k!ll a opp sober, k!ll an opp off the meds
i still pick up my nine sometimes
i pray all the opps die sometimes
that’s why i still get high sometimes (ayy, ayy)
i wonder how i’m still alive sometimes (ayy, ayy)
give a f+ck about that n+gga, he ain’t one of mines
give a f+ck about that b+tch, she ain’t pay, she ain’t mines
long as i’m gon’ ride to my word, we gon’ be fine
as long as i got nine, take my word, we gon’ be fine
i pray all my n+ggas free from hard times
i pray all my n+ggas off the yard line (ayy, ayy)
i pray, oh, yeah, i pray
i pray all the opps die, all the opps die (ayy, ayy)
[chorus: capolow]
i wonder how i’m still alive sometimes
that’s why i still get high sometimes
i pray all the opps die sometimes
i still pick up the nine sometimes
i pray all my n+ggas free from hard times
i pray all my n+ggas off the yard line (ayy, ayy)
i pray, oh, yeah, i pray
i pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[verse 2: cml lavish d]
i be prayin’ that the opps die (facts)
leave a n+gga lookin’ like his dog died (b+tch+ass n+gga)
f+ck around with me and get hog+tied
pull up in a benz with the frog eyes
free the whole gang, i got mob ties (free the gang)
private location with some mob guys (free the gang)
i’m lookin’ at your ho, tell your b+tch bye
throw her to the team, it’s a fish fry (that part)
cook a player hater like a french fry
your ho fell in love with a rich guy (yeah)
i think she fell in love with how my wrist shine
i’m huggin’ four lanes, you can’t get by
they gave my n+gga eighty on the state yard
he told me he’d rather be up in the graveyard
them other n+ggas ain’t tough, they just play hard (clowns)
b+tch, i’m good everywhere ’cause my face card (what else?)
[chorus: capolow]
i wonder how i’m still alive sometimes
that’s why i still get high sometimes
i pray all the opps die sometimes
i still pick up the nine sometimes
i pray all my n+ggas free from hard times
i pray all my n+ggas off the yard line (ayy, ayy)
i pray, oh, yeah, i pray
i pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[outro]
(apollojetson)

- capolow lyrics

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