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f3nix - opppack lyrics

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[intro]
(yo, jalen where the f-ck my beat at?)
the f-ck?
what, ayy, i’mma-
ayy
tag on his head, i’mma put 83 on it
what?, send the location drop out then we peep on it

[chorus]
tag on his head, i’mma put 83 on it
send the location, drop out
then we peep on it
i’m blowin’ up
if you all gonna sleep on it
foreign drive away
while you countin’ the sheep on it
bend that sh-t over
so i’m gonna beat on it
twerkin’ fo’sho i’m bust on it
skeet on it
vvs diamonds, got 32 t–th on it
dead opp grave whole gang gonna meet on it

[verse 1]
treat an opp like it’s dinner
i’m eatin’ his roll
treat an opp like a swisher
i split it, and blow
this glock like a b-tch
i’mma tap it an go
she gettin’ real sloppy
she suckin’ fo’ show
i’m touchin’ the pack
i’mma beat up, and jugg
i’m f-ckin’ wit’ guala
i’m not showin’ love
married to money
not need no hugs
you talk on the net
but you ain’t from the hood

[verse 2]
i’m taggin’ an opp
and then i hit the road
this track make you hot
you gon’ leap like a toad
lookin’ for cash?
i’mma pre-heat the stove
17-5 for the price
of that coat
i gotta pack
i’m servin’ it up
straight for the bag
i’m runnin’ it up
glock in a box
i’m packin’ you up
price on yo’ head?
i’m taggin’ you up

[chorus]
tag on his head, i’mma put 83 on it
send the location, drop out
then we peep on it
i’m blowin’ up
if you all gonna sleep on it
foreign drive away
while you countin’ the sheep on it
bend that sh-t over
so i’m gonna beat on it
twerkin’ fo’sho i’m bust on it
skeet on it
vvs diamonds, got 32 t–th on it
dead opp grave whole gang gonna meet on it

[verse 3]
runnin’ and runnin’ for the bag lil’ hoe
keep it a 10, she a bad lil’ hoe
came in, no cash, if you trap real slow
i’m stretchin’ out more, ’cause the packs ain’t gone
i’m only 16, but i feel real grown
i ain’t tryna look broke, at the club no’ mo’
tossed up thot, she a dumb lil’ hoe
???

{verse 4
i’m gettin’ money
can’t f-ck with you b-tches
i’m catchin’ an opp
he get hit in the digits
i’m not playin’ games
you get spun
like a fidget
he gettin’ jugged
like a pack
i’mma flip it
glock like a blunt
to the face you get lifted
sneak diss me
whole pack get twistin’
words all cap talkin’ out yo’ [?]
whole -ss squad, and the chop come wit’ it

[verse 5]
knock, knock, knock
yeah, i’m breakin’ her back
gettin’ bank like a hoe
til’ i’m checkin’ these racks in
you not a bottle
so, why you keep cappin’?
act like you wit’ it
but, nah we ain’t dappin’
i hit the corner
i start trappin’
i hit the bank
check account, laughin’
i’m huntin’ you out
dead opp, mappin’
glock on my hip
so you know i ain’t lackin’

[chorus]
tag on his head, i’mma put 83 on it
send the location, drop out
then we peep on it
i’m blowin’ up
if you all gonna sleep on it
foreign drive away
while you countin’ the sheep on it
bend that sh-t over
so i’m gonna beat on it
twerkin’ fo’sho i’m bust on it
skeet on it
vvs diamonds, got 32 t–th on it
dead opp grave whole gang gonna meet on it

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