a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

j4that0oter - fuck all the opps lyrics

[intro: rivtwer aj]
boom, boom, boom, boom
n+ggas know how we comin’ (rrah)
double tf, pfa, 816
n+ggas gettin’ flocked down, d+mn

[verse 1: j4that0oter & pfa leek]
they troopers? who troopin’? (grrah, grrah)
what did they troop through? sh+t is confusin’ (baow, baow, baow)
jah savv be droppin’ the rakes (grrah, rrah)
got caught and did nothin’ he say in his music (frankie)
that boy a b+tch, pickin’ and choosin’ (grrah, rrah)
smokin’ on who? what is you doin’? (baow, baow, baow)
almost died, this sh+t is confusin’ (gang, gang)
i’ll let it bang on the block like yuen (grrah, grrah)
bro off a [?] but shot up the party (rrah)
like jb, that’s my heartie (that’s my heartie)
i got an opp thot up in the trap (rrah, rrah)
f+ckin’ that p+ssy while playin’ some party (baow, baow, baow)
all of them n+ggas keep mentionin’ garvey (gang, gang, gang)
stay with a chopstick like i’m in hardee’s (rrah, rrah)
[?] like i’m in the army (army)
i catch an opp, he get put in the marley (marley, marley)
heard they lookin’ for me, i’ma slide (grrah, grrah)
creepin’ up slow, flockin’ up his ridе (baow, baow, baow)
j4the0oter quick to let it fly
catch mе a 6, i’m lettin’ more than five (die 6)
like enough is enough (grrah)
come to the ville, come call my bluff (grrah)
sha got beat by a 41, that said enough (grrah, grrah)
everybody know that they ain’t tough
get in with ratchets like i’m kanii (baow, baow, baow)
boomer died, he got lined by the ninety (rrah, rrah)
rell got shot, he was yellin’ for mommy (mommy)
still free—, heard he caught him a homi’ (rello)
you threw shots, but ain’t hit nothin’
so in my eyes, you ain’t did nothin’
don’t get in this v if you ain’t got g
oh, you ain’t got plans? then go spliff somethin’
[?] b told, how the f+ck is y’all jackin’ him? (f+ckin’ rat)
[?] 4 drill, he missed, i was clappin’ him (grrah, grrah)
throwin’ at him and whoever backin’ him
run into kay makk, jb makkin’ him (rrah)

i got a g with me and my g’s with me, so how you think this gon’ go? (rrah)
41k, everybody get low (baow, baow, baow)
shot after shot, i’ma put on a show (baow, baow, baow)
i was on chester two blocks up (rrah, rrah)
me and my doley, two knocks tucked (rrah, rrah, rrah, n+gga, ah, like)
twenty+one shots in both of these g’s (rrah, rrah, n+gga, ah, like)
41k, one more for good luck (n+gga, ah, like, n+gga, ah, like, n+gga, ah, ah, like)
[verse 2: pfa leek]
i got a thirty stickin’ out this g2, i catch a—, i promise he get whacked
got one gun, i promise i don’t need two, walk up on—, i’m tryna hit a hat
rello got left on the floor, he was just yellin’ for help and they still ain’t get back
[?] got left in the yams, lj ain’t do not a thing, but he keep makin’ tracks (baow, baow)
bros hit his top, like we ain’t have us a ride, i said, “f+ck it, let’s walk up on feet”
sha got beat, and we stripped him out his shoes and he still ain’t do nothin’ to me
brodie start throwin’ them shots, he ain’t even have a mask, he ain’t care ’bout his ski
like he said, “bro, i did it for the gang,” i’ma teach him a lesson for dissin’ the g
like, like, like walk up the block, i’m catch me a wag or i’m tryna go to the 8
i don’t care if it’s light outside, don’t care about kids, like i don’t care if it’s late
too many opps got beat, sha got stomped, loopy was holdin’ his face
racks wan’ diss us in tracks, but he don’t want beef, man, i swear n+ggas is laced (kdot)
kdot tried to run and got his back hit, round of applause, we gon’ clap sh+t
like when i spot him, throw on the beam, n+gga, lights, camera, action
like real life, ain’t no actin’
n+gga got shipped in a packin’
like, send the td, need a backend
if he loaf on that block, then we wack him

[verse 3: rivtwer aj]
yeah, i’m definitely better than all of these n+ggas, that ain’t no comparison
kj all on my d+ck
someone tell [?] hound [?]
nayshawn died just for uppin’ the woo
[?] tried to crawl and got sent to the boot
kay makk [?]
got an opp thot linin’ the 6 for the crew
gotta double back, double back with the knock
like [?] tried to box and he dropped
n+ggas should’ve flocked day glizz in his top ’cause he wanna act crazy, gotta tell him stop
brodie told me watch out for the cops, told brodie to watch out, fl!ck every shot
double r dubbed me, almost k!lled a cop, boomer went out hard for thinkin’ with his c+ck, no diddy
gunna caught one to the matha for panickin’
that be the reason you gotta put fear in him
back shot, the .40 started clearin’ him
[?] out the v, walk up, started tearin’ him
sh+t go, “grrta”
bro do a drill, hit the crib, kick back, and bust out the yrrta
mali got beat with the chair and he still got 1090 on his hand
you is not like that, why you ain’t fightin’ back? spinnin’ through [?], then hop out the van
30 got beat, he ran
ain’t no security, keep me a tan
boomer a rat, [?] a rat, i guess the woo like to tell on they mans
it’s like three of y’alls of one of mine, so please stop mentionin’ rah
he caught an opp and flew to miami, makko b landed, got hit with the grrah

- j4that0oter lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS