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gunna2x - opps lyrics

(hook:)
f#ck all the opps i know they want me gone
i’m just tryna eat i done starved for too long
i pray every night i don’t die ’for i’m grown
see blood in my eyes seen em bust joey dome
the opps steady dissing i’m clutching my chrome
was only 14 when i ran way from home
don’t speak on my pain put that sh#t in my songs
they mad as a b#tch steady hatin i’m on
when they pull up that choppa gone ring like a phone

(verse:1)
i had to hustle just for to survive
see a lot of my homies got life or they died
eddy got life charged with 2 homicides
and lil reggie got smoked all because of his pride
he think he hard cause he clutching a glizzy
go tear up his block i’ma make that b#tch feel me
i go drop a bag k!llas get on yo ass
don’t get caught out in traffic on god i’ma crash
i ain’t never liked talking won’t put you on blast
you post on the snap tryna run up the views
i post on yo block and put you on the news
b#tch i ain’t capping this sh#t i done did it
i just bought a stick with a beam and some titties
that b#tch she ain’t sh#t i got locked up bro hit it
ain’t made no excuses bag call i go get it
ain’t beefin with floyd but i ride with them .50s
he get outta line and get hit them semis

(verse: 2)
b#tch say he steppin
he steppin on who?
you know i can’t slide if i ain’t got that tool
up with this choppa hop out act a fool
we gone smoke his ass down like a pack of some kools
don’t give no f#ck bout yo homie in prison
or steppas who ain’t neva been on no mission
that boy say it’s up and we leaving him missing
my shooters gone rip em up they on commision
d#mn, who in the f#ck say it’s war? i’ma zip em
i blow out his mind tell that b#tch to stop dissing
get out yo body get hit with that shotty
i don’t give no f#ck i’ma shoot at ya mommy
she down bad on crack guess i’m doing you favors
you told and i know seen your name on them papers
yo homie got shot and you know who behind it
you don’t come outside cause you know that we slidin
you dodging the block like a defensive lineman
try say that you blood got ya flag sn#tched on camera
knocked out in yo hood better run up ya stamina

(hook:)
f#ck all the opps i know they want me gone
i’m just tryna eat i done starved for too long
i pray every night i don’t die ‘for i’m grown
see blood in my eyes seen em bust joey dome
the opps steady dissing i’m clutching my chrome
was only 14 when i ran way from home
don’t speak on my pain put that sh#t in my songs
they mad as a b#tch steady hatin i’m on
when they pull up that choppa gone ring like a phone

(outro:)
f#ck the opps
i hope yo b#tch ass is hearing this
you say you steppin we step with pressure
you know how we coming
gudda sh#t, free tooli

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