j$ki - opps lyrics
i just caught an opp you better back up, we ‘bouta spin on the opps we gonna strap up. ight, im like captain block, we headin out the crib, yeah that boy jaiden williams he’s a f+ckin’ b+tch. ay alright yeah so is noah, both yall some b+tch ass hoes that are ‘bouta get popped but you don’t even f+ckin know it. aight, so before you start actin hard come to my house and i can shovel you a grave in the ground ay hold up and thats no cap, noah harrington is a b+tch he can’t rap jaiden where youve been down your f+ckin whole life, you only wanna hate me cuz you hate yo life, lil fat ass dude i can’t blame you, if my name was jaiden i would f+ckin hate me too. i told him not to beef with me, i had to flame his ass, hold up ya jaiden can’t even run a quarter lap. (hold up this fat ass haha) off these diss tracks i don’t even make money i just like to do them and p+ss people off and its really f+ckin funny. now jaiden if you tell your parents about this diss you a b+tch, so go cry in your broken down f+ckin whip corny ass dude gage talkin bout that, hes funna run up, but if you do my demons will pull out that gun. man you lookin like a donut im not talkin crispy cream when i walk in the function hoodie supreme, me and cw and caden yeah we’ll bl!ck you down as a f+ckin team. i don’t have no regard for the life of an opp, if we catch ;em on the block we gonna give ‘em thirty shots. thirty shots up in his motherf+ckin leg then i got him with 30 shots up in his f+ckin head, now hes on the flo hes leakin’ there hes leakin’ red. why the f+ck did you wanna demand this, now you and yo man knocked out in your f+ckin whip. ay, hold up, but i can’t help you now yeah you know im lookin up for opps ya you know i got a prowl. ay now im on the f+ckin night scan now i catch an opp i gotta hit ‘em wit that back hand. but that’s only if the pullers not ready boy i was choppin on the block i was sellin fetti. b+tch im not done yeah its time for me to snap again, you a lil ass kid you watchin’ backyardigans, hold up, ay, you a corn ball, catch me in the jerk, ya i gotta stab off ay hold up and thqts real spill if i don’t get the full payin’ in the f+ckin bill boy hold up you best believe that, me and my boys bringin f+ckin fat racks, noah and tyler, you say your high but im higher, im puffin on the cart ya you got me dead, im just over here coughin’ up my f+ckin head and to yall sayin that i can’t make it, yall’s life is just useless and you wish you could f+ckin make it (yeah that’s right, i say wow ya ya)
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