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unit 10 - opb freestyle lyrics

[intro: young k!lla, dj big ryde]
dirty saj productions
i need to get gassed fam f+ck
alright, rip taz
fresh home!
you see this one
young k!lla, that n+gga taz
that n+gga bdk and that n+gga stigs
free c, free all the dons, all my n+ggas man
hold tight dirty saj on production yeah
and don’t forget
look out for that opb mixtape ‘say nizzy’

[verse 1: young k!lla]
they wan smack me but can’t throw hooks at me
the way i move got man scared to look at me
cah i’m a bloodclart vicious n+gga
i’ll make the scene a bloodbath if i cl!ck a trigger
i ride out, no doubt, get the dirt done
and mind out, i’m about with a burner
fam in this game i’m a pro
i’ll shoot and remove your face from your skull
i’m on the strip, tryna get nuff cheddar
my girl’s p+ssed cah she knows i like money better
my stack’s suttin you won’t touch like barbed wire
becah i’ll stab a n+gga up till my arm’s tired
n+ggas know that i’m on a pebble grind
still leave you on the side of the road like a yellow line
look i’m a rider, i rise my 9 up
no joke ting, don’t open
i double+dare you, try disarm me
wallahi i’ll leave you dead where you stand
for you can far as i swear on my mum’s life
you try take my gun, you must’ve lost your mind
or you’re insane, cah when the ting blaze
i guarantee ya, take off your f+cking face
i’m tryna wig him clean, i ain’t missing g
have you looking like a puzzle with a missing piece
[verse 2: taz]
little young k!llz just land road
it should be printed out in pecky bold
if you f+ck with my yg’s you’ll be left cold
by the cubside, cah they emerge right
with the fl!ck knives, they be sick guys
stabbing the otherside, in the chest, back, neck and eyes
plus you can’t f+ck with my sick individuals guys
if you think, trying s with the 9
watch him depart your head back from your spine
with some wavey shots that won’t be coming in line
it be opb, si, pyg/young si g’s
we’ve been bucking beef
mmm, yeah, g, when the metal clap
that’ll leave your headback, looking mushy
we’ll be walking off cushty, little p+ssy
say nizzy when i get the f+cking mizzy

[verse 3: billy da kid]
i get dough all the real n+ggas know this
i feel comfy in the yard on the black leather sofas
no joke ting little n+gga get motivated
you ain’t even seen a bag and you think you know what dough is
look this yute’s just a wasteman
gassing to the younger lot saying that he’s blazed man
then see b running through the ki’s
we’ve got so much spots, you don’t know where we be
you don’t know who i shoot
you don’t know where i sleep
and the reason you don’t know
cah you don’t roll with my team, p+ssy
look i stay opb
and i told you before that we’re odt
look, running with some si riders
you won’t see em till they creep up behind ya
and that’s violent, n+gga f+ck trident
straight headshots if i find him
[verse 4: stigs]
smile now cry later, stigs is a banger
you don’t wanna see me with a fizz, no fanta
dropped us a pump now i’m gripping on a banger
stopped a man’s boat, i ain’t talking bout no anchor
big fl!ck knife, what you know about my dagger
when i make it rain you’ll need an umbrella like rihanna
me i’m blacked out for the trident and cameras
blow your back out ’cause the pumpy sh+ll scatters
if he comes round here, any other bandanas
olders like taz, billy and snap
butch will stab the plaits outta your hat
and put you in the ground where michael jackson is at
gun squeezer, they call stiggzy the knife teacher
bore him in his head, now they call me the brain leaker
roll with an axe, grim reaper
f+ck grind and stack but i get my p’s up

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