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turtle b - dead opps lyrics

[verse 1: turtle b]
look
n+ggas be talkin’ ‘bout hits but in reality n+ggas really don’t got drills
grrah, i been goin’ through a lot so please do not question why the f+ck i pop pills
if you not gon’ slide then the opps will
‘member i was just slidin’, now i’m the one that make the calls to get the opps k!lled
how you talk the realest sh+t and you not real?
y’all mans keep dyin’, y’all not slidin’, i’m startin’ to think y’all do not care
every time that i spin through the p’z, i see the d’z, double back when they not there
i seen bro on the floor and i dropped tears
i got a baddie she top me, she top tier
double hand when i bang it like o’neal
i give my young n+ggas the green to go k!ll

[verse 2: lil ock]
pop a thirty and get in the mood
don’t be writin’ no raps i just go with the mood
i was flockin’ and shootin’ while you was in school
can’t have one girl i be f+ckin’ the crew
she be suckin’ the d+ck like she missin’ a tooth
they be callin’ for perc’s while i’m up in the stu’
i’ma hit you right back when i walk out the booth
got a gun for the club it can fit in a shoe
tuda been locked up for murder since ‘09
lil n+gga you ain’t never do no crime
shoot up the block right in front of the d’z, cut through the backyard i’m back in the p’z
them gates and marcy n+ggas know what i mean
use to get bored and go shoot up the scene
can’t talk about shh, ‘cause he took a headshot
i be forgettin’ they dead opps
[verse 3: turtle b]
look, i smoke richard, he got turned in to hotheads after he had caught a headshot
two deep, two glocks on new lots, push up on me, n+gga, now you shot
sayin’ you gon’ harm knowin’ you not
the opps not even that far they only two blocks
go do a drill after that cop a new glock
grrah grrah

[verse 4: lil ock]
i smoke +++, that n+gga dead can’t give him no clout
his bm love me, put my d+ck in her mouth
i made her bed while his kids on the couch
on the gram they tryna figure me out
50k a month this a new route
new box of bullets i be givin’ them out, he was woofin’ ‘til he got hit in the scalp

[verse 5: turtle b]
one in the chamber, six in the clip, i’m on court and all these bullets gotta count
flock at the opps i catch ‘em out of bounds
i’m the jet, n+ggas know not to play with the hound
n+gga, shot hit his back and he fell on the ground
dummy, now i’m smokin’ on 6ixx
n+gga push up on me now it’s lit
grrah grrah

[verse 6: lil ock]
twenty+three in the fn that’s a standard
whip my belt we gon’ teach ‘em some manners
jump out the v get to flockin’ on camera
i was twelve when i started playin’ with hammers
.22 long use to shoot like a rifle
never shot n0body i do not like you
he was a boxer, he thought he was michael
try weavin’ the bullet we ain’t come here to fight you

- turtle b lyrics

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