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ns (can) - opp niggas told lyrics

[intro]
free broski lf
free broski lv
free purple, free yg, free sick, nigga

[verse 1]
my niggas we rollin’
four sticks we holdin’
two whips, all black, and this life i chose it my money growin’
mama told me watch the fakes, i know it
but this life i chose it
bad bitch want to rock with the kid, gotta show it
my money flowin’
got glocks, thirty clips on the [?]
better duck when we comin’
quick, quick when you runnin’, we don’t aim for the legs
straight necks to the head
and when we pop off the lead this for my bros and the tears that i shed
locked up, no sleep, got court instead
man, this life’s a mess
far, far ot t trips got us fly
givin’ the sticks to the cros
don’t call me a opp, you don’t stick to the code
man, you know that you told
if you’re beefin’ wit’ my bros then you’re beefin’ with me
i be givin’ out smoke
and your girl call my phone but l ain’t rich yet
so it’s back to the roads
but niggas be snitchin’, the feds follow me skrt, skrt back roads
we ballin’ on the opps, like shaq in the paint
back him down in the post, back him down in the post
i be robbin’, move sick get off then
‘cause my goons ain’t playin’ and my shooters ain’t for none
play sick get bun, play sick get bun
[interlude]
free the southside, nigga, free the whole fuckin’ southside, nigga, free me, nigga

[verse 2]
they tappin’ the lines, they tappin’ the lines to see where | go
gotta toss off my phone after i crush a couple of o’s
they rat on the gang tryna take bg outta his glo
my broski glo, he shoot up the place leave nothin’ but smoke
so don’t get roached
we smoke by the pound the loud i smoke
bad bitch wit’ the gang, line a couple of eats so now she can hang
they snitch on the gang, they takin’ the stand they raisin’ they hand
my shooters pop up and circle their hood and slide back that van
it’s a scary sight when a nigga pop up
try to run from the gang wet your back up
free my bro’s in the hole
a lot of girls leave their man in the cold
and come back when he drippin’ with gold
abld you know how i roll
move sick, get sparked
he never seen me ‘til i came out the dark
big chains on the neck she a star
she love the life smokin’ gas out the jar
fast whips, ot goin’ far
i’ma ride for my bro’s that’s a must
i love my gang until they put me in the dust
first strap that i owned had rust
bad bitch wit’ the gang hold stuff
couple bricks, couple sticks in the trunk

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