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ycm-olseone – opp shotta lyrics

opp shotta lyrics
if i see an opp imma run em down
i’m tired of dealing with these fuccin clowns
claiming that they run the town
but they really hiding they can’t be found

i’ll spin a bin on they blocc
i’m really running round wit tha glocc
posted up they gon get shot
10 more bodies im finna drop
until they gone i’ll never stop
i’ll never slip i hold the mop

i’m really bout to smoke that pacc
all your homies they smoking cracc
they claim they gang but they really wacc
this ain’t cap i’m talking facts
your hitting liccs but where your raccs

you’s talk to police i know your rats
i see you’s snitchin on google maps
how you’s only know how to stab
if you wanna scare me do more than that
i really grew up in thе trap
your girls ass i’ll make it clap
my dicc you know she smoking that
i’ll have hеr drippin like a tap
don’t you wish she gave you her that wap
why you’s acting like your hard
weren’t you’s just crying in the yard
did the judge really leave you’s scarred
if you want i’ll send out the farewell card

see my gang really robbin banks
you’s are all making prison shanks
we blow sh+t up don’t need no tanks
your all p+ssy boys with no ranks

your a bunch of f+cking fakes
take a gamble and raise the stakes
or don’t you have what it takes
i’ll see your family at your wakes

cause i’m finna get you in the dark
i’m coming for you b+tch ass mark
another murder in the park
don’t bring police you f+cking nark

otherwise i’m finna slit your throat
use your blood to make a moat
on my blocc i’m a real goat
don’t you know that i really tote

finna put that tag on your toe
your new name is john doe
on instagram i’ll put on a show
with your homies that no one knows
but put bullets in their heads though
i’m not from tha 3 i’m from the 4
you know i’m finna kick in your door
your my b+tch now get on the floor
all i can say is fucc onefour
i’ll always come bacc wanting more

if i see you’s in the street
know your ass gon get beat
your dead homies i’ll make you meet
your family’s i’ll make them weep
and just as a little treat
i’ll decapitate you and send your feet

you see i’m really about that
i’ll never try and talk cap
i’m loved by trenches and the trap
if you talk sh+t you can cop a jab

you wanna fight then start to train
i’m finna cause damage to your brain
the trauma will cause you some pain
if you ever try to take my chain
your head will get brutally caved
just know you won’t be saved
i’m finna put you in a grave
now fucc of and have a nice day

- ycm olseone lyrics

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