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slimmy b - opp shit lyrics

[verse]
gang full of shooters, we’ll pop sh-t
body bag any n-gg- on that opp sh-t
soft dub on the piece, you can’t cop this
pillow talkin’, please stop with all that cop sh-t
all that cuffin’, please stop with all that cop sh-t
every city that i hit you know i’m locked in
thirty round, had to throw away the stock clip
dive in this funk headfirst, leave you topless
feel like slick rick, all these chains on
i don’t leave the house without my chains on
saving hoes, might as well put a cape on
n-gg- want funk, i ain’t trippin’ n-gg-, game on
all this speaking on the gang gettin’ off the chain
i’m tryna drop a body while y’all droppin’ names
all these n-gg-s say they slidin’ but they really ain’t
hard body, ain’t no b-tch in my dna
better ask around, i’m the n-gg- in these streets
big body slidin’, yeah i’m really in these streets
gang gang, b-tch, really throwin’ up them b’s
red louis belt and it came with supreme
slide off the scope then we throw away the piece
if the price right, drippa throw away the p
glock with a pole, tryna blow away a geek
clip so long, this b-tch hanging on my jeans
tryna funk for a name, y’all some clout chasers
o.t, i hear n-gg-s round my town hating
all this sh-t goin’ numb, got my town crazy
give a f-ck about my ex, that b-tch downgraded
n-gg-s goin’ broke tryna keep up
knee deep, i could never give these streets up
diamonds dancin’, i’ll never have my piece tucked
million dollar n-gg-, broke b-tch ain’t worth three bucks
whole lotta gang sh-t every time you see us
wanna f-ck with gang but you n-gg-s wanna be us
slide down your block with that chop, beat your street up
y’all ain’t even on my level, n-gg- beast up
put a sucker in the ground, i’d love to
hit it from the back, i’d love to
one night and nah, baby, i can’t cuff you
if you f-ckin’ with a snitch, i can’t trust you
if t.o said f-ck you, then it’s f-ck you, b-tch
daboii said f-ck you, then it’s f-ck you, b-tch
if g said f-ck you, then it’s f-ck you
no nick cannon, i’ll show you what these drums do
never sneak diss, never tease sh-t
if it’s funk, i’ma leave it on some street sh-t
came in this world broke, i’ma leave rich
ninety-one up in the tank, this ain’t no v6
bands in my pants when i step in
b-tch, i wouldn’t shake your hand with my left hand
a n-gg- reach for this chain, i’ma stretch him
i’ll hit your -ss with this tec like i’m reffin’, b-tch
i’m that n-gg-, no question
i’m that n-gg- with them diamonds that be dancing
ah, young n-gg- on his bag sh-t
sob, i’m that n-gg- talkin’ cash sh-t, b-tch
i’m that n-gg-, no question
i’m that n-gg- with them diamonds that be dancing
ah, young n-gg- on his bag sh-t
slimmy b, i’m that n-gg- talkin’ cash sh-t, b-tch

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