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lr (sin squad) - opp block lyrics

[intro: lr]
i’m on the opp block trynna ching man’s chest, yes
free blood bro, that’s s
we all know that ydot’s stressed
taking them pills trynna hack k’s death

[verse 1: lr]
i’m on the opp block trynna ching man’s chest, yes
free blood bro, that’s s
we all know that ydot’s stressed
taking them pills trynna hack k’s death
do it like jigga, aim and kwef
the lifestyle that i live is intense
run man down trynna ching man’s friends
if they don’t run,try stay, get drenched
mense cah lampz got put in my benz
i’m in n9 trynna dodge these feds
or i’m with bully trynna slang these pebs
do it and dash, got chased by met
foot pursuit, lord knows i’m stressed
hop two fence, look right and left
didn’t see feds, lord knows i’m blessed
back to the ends and we smoking m
is it a m or attempted m?
i don’t know, but i think he’s dead
sick and boujee, want talk bout reds
aye, come my bed
send out a text, back to the ends
phone booming cah the food come peng
since when?
temz ain’t done no drills on us
but he still want talk bout my friends
haven’t you learnt from the previous ms?
majority your friends dem dead
blade gets wet when i inject
don’t run like you’ve just seen feds
[verse 2: splashaa]
straight from the hill to npk
back this wap, or man get shaved
them boys can’t talk bout violence
cause all life we don’t play no games
and them boys don’t cross this border
cause all life they don’t wanna get dipped
back my blade, make my man swim
cross my bro’s, a man get dipped
just how it is
two waps deep when we skrr with six
and bro got a viscious one
he don’t care when he backs his ting
ym stepped in like a viking
the last time that i’m talking this
this bad b said she wanting d+ck
slow down b, and hold this stick
gyaldem cat for the wood
and still man bang on these opps
lil ko got cheffed in his back
and his young g’s dashed
and still i can’t talk bout amz
looks like he dashed and he ain’t come back
i don’t know how i beef these tw+ts
swing my shank trynna take out plats
hashtag pending pack
cut that’s getback gang
splash man’s akh
then i bake off with brownskin yatts
do it bait, get up close trynna drill his face
them man there got the block on lock while trident’s still on my case
take man’s grub, i ain’t running it back
are you f+cking mad?
bark his chest, belly and back
polo g might pop out with one
and this piece got me feeling like james
cause i really want a golden gun
bow, bun out your chest like rum
this bad b’s gonna make me sick, the way she sucks d+ck
bare t++th like extended clip
like i really can’t back out now, my heart’s all in and my shank’s on hip
dare any n+gga try slip
test your luck but i doubt you’ll win
ebony ting and she wanting d+ck
f+ck that b+tch, i’m trynna get rich
run him down until he stops
who told him to claim he’s an opp?
ching up his belly, backbone and face
like that yute that got caught on a swap
please don’t tell me bout opps
cause all life these boys come washed
and they really can’t talk bout gang cah we get round there, put blades in ops
how many times we left mummys sad?
cause there sons just wanna go shop
really can’t talk bout bootings
kick down doors, i an’t like this spot
back out the spinner and bark it
and the corn garn bark like dogs
but i steal from myself in the trap
bruck down bits and bobs
cats still call this line
they push back mold, hitting these shots
big 15 or the .44 long
shave man’s face, going like ching chong
yes, aye, and man ride with waps
and yes man ride with shanks
boujie boss still screaming gang
f+ck all the opss, any opp, that’s facts
turned to a top, bare juice and that
nuff’ gyals still talk bout splash
give her this d+ck now she screaming gang
ym stepped in like a viking
lord knows that i’m talking facts
last time we crashed an opp got packed
tell me the fibs and that but they still talk tough like they scoring back
swing my shank trynna take out plats
a man aim for your chest and back
they say that i’m tapped, i guess that’s facts
don’t know how they’re screaming gang
and f+ck the opps, bet you ain’t rid back
stupid nerds can’t talk bout gang

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