Dreek2Cool - Opp Shopping (feat. 100kTremi) Lyrics

When we pop them guns

The opps wanna come outside

I got tremi and nogood with me
And they by my side

Bitch you tried the gang it up Now can't let that slide

On this wicked west so long

I dam near caught a homicide

I feel like YB with the D.B.

Do my murder dance

You should've been talking
Behind my back and tryin

To shake my hand

Man down, yellow tape
Bitch body bag

We going opp shopping

If we want you
We gone buy your ass

I feel like wayne
How i came in with the cannon

Roses on this casket
But bitch we not romantic

We seen a opp and we attacked And made him panic

Lethal with this weapon like
I'm motherf*ckin danny bitch

Won't drive no regular shit

I want 200 on my dashboard

I gave my love ones yea some Racks and they ain't ask for it

High speed chase
We was in a scat
And we dusted G.S.P

Bitch i got it out the mud
So don't play with me

Sticks and murder

The opps, they dying

Aye 100k and 2,500
Up the crime

This westside shit get wicked

Lil nigga you better change your mind

Cause once you say it's up

Lil nigga you better know
We sliding

When we pop them guns

The opps wanna come outside

I got tremi and nogood with me
And they by my side

Bitch you tried the gang it up Now can't let that slide

On this wicked west so long

I dam near caught a homicide

I feel like YB with the D.B.

Do my murder dance

You should've been talking
Behind my back and tryin

To shake my hand

Man down, yellow tape
Bitch body bag

We going opp shopping

If we want you
We gone buy your ass

Brodie said he want him died
He put a hundred on his top

I just pray

I don't go fed

I put the switchy on the glock

Could've went and bought
Amir's but I rather opp shop

If I see him out in public

Spray that boy like baccarat

Yeah, let's get it

Draco hold a 50

They label me as a menace

I swear this rap game a gimmick

Ain't been this high in a minute I gotta calm down

You ain't sliding for the gang

Lil boy you better not come around

Yeah all they cappin

Like we ain't outside
Like the curb

Niggas tryna link with me
Ain tryna merge

2 p.m. in the afternoon

I'm sippin' syrup

Guess it's brunch time
If i spot a opp

I eat that boy just like
It's lunch time