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k4 trell - fuck the opps lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, tay keith, this too hard)
ayy, f+ck them n+ggas, on my soul
we smokin’ opps, ain’t sh+t changed
on gang, them n+ggas scared, they ain’t slidin’

[verse 1]
n+ggas talkin’ tough, but they ain’t did a thing (p+ssy)
caught his ass lackin’, let that choppa sing (grrah)
switch up on the glock, now that b+tch don’t aim (brrt, brrt)
hollow tips gon’ rearrange his f+ckin’ brain
f+ck that n+gga, he ain’t gang, he a stain (goofy)
took his stick, made him cry, what a shame (b+tch)
he tried to run, he ain’t make it, now he a name
p+ssy ass n+gga should’ve stayed up in his lane
b+tch, i’m posted with them k!llers, we insane
shooters on my side, they gon’ pop out, let it rain
f+ck his b+tch once, then i pass her, no exchange
she keep callin’, had to block her, hoe, you lamе

[bridge]
uh, uh, we don’t duck no smoke (h+ll nah)
uh, uh, wе up scores, no jokes (b+tch)
uh, uh, say my name, you get poked (grrah)
uh, uh, he got hit, he too slow
[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m back on that savage sh+t (ayy)
slide through the opps, let that ratchet spit (brrt)
n+ggas talkin’ but ain’t clappin’ sh+t
p+ssy ass boy, ain’t active, b+tch
lil’ bro got hit, he ain’t walkin’ right
his homie died, they ain’t spinnin’ right
n+ggas cappin’, ain’t outside at night
caught him lackin’, made his mama cry
we pop out, broad day, ain’t no talkin’
hollows hit his back, now he crawlin’
n+gga say he gang, but he fraudin’
had his ass runnin’, we ain’t joggin’

[hook]
f+ck the opps, them n+ggas hoes (hoes)
they ain’t slide, we know they froze (b+tch)
let off shots, we up the scope (grrah)
f+ck they dead homies, let’s make a toast (b+tch)

[verse 3]
big rell scared, he ain’t droppin’ sh+t (b+tch)
lil rooga mad, got his brother hit (grrah)
drako 2x talkin’ like he lit
caught him out in traffic, now he in a ditch (p+ssy)
b+tch, i’m ruthless, i don’t play no games
on my soul, they gon’ die for sayin’ my name
up this switch, turn his ass to a stain
no remorse, leave his ass where he came
[outro]
f+ck the opps, we on top (b+tch)
f+ck they block, we send shots (grrah)
he got hit, now he cropped (boom)
ayy, tell them n+ggas stop the talk

- k4 trell lyrics

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