We the opps
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
I've been out numbered
Your confidence gone get you f*cked up
Don't tell me leave my pole I'll never put my gun up
One0 versus One I like my chances so don't run up
Extendo on my chop stick
Now watch my chop shit
Dual Ar magazine
Switch the clip in 2 seconds I'm taking out your team
Don't show no pitty
You a bitch go suck your momma titty
And leave this street shit to men
I handle business
Don't kill the witness
I just pay them off
I'm big dawg
Don't want me pissed off
Aint kill a nigga in a minute
I'm having withdrawals
My clique small but that don't mean we ain't bout pressure
Don't ever question my intelligence
You too irreverent
I'm lighting off shit first I'm Tomas Edison
I think I'm really heaven sent but I get devilish
If you don't know me in my city you should be happy
Cause I don't do that small taking I sending caskets
We the opps
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
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We the opps
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
I've been out numbered
Your confidence gone get you f*cked up
Don't tell me leave my pole I'll never put my gun up
One0 versus One I like my chances so don't run up
Extendo on my chop stick
Now watch my chop shit
Dual Ar magazine
Switch the clip in 2 seconds I'm taking out your team
Don't show no pitty
You a bitch go suck your momma titty
And leave this street shit to men
I handle business
Don't kill the witness
I just pay them off
I'm big dawg
Don't want me pissed off
Aint kill a nigga in a minute
I'm having withdrawals
My clique small but that don't mean we ain't bout pressure
Don't ever question my intelligence
You too irreverent
I'm lighting off shit first I'm Tomas Edison
I think I'm really heaven sent but I get devilish
If you don't know me in my city you should be happy
Cause I don't do that small taking I sending caskets
We the opps
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
I've been out numbered
Your confidence gone get you f*cked up
Don't tell me leave my pole I'll never put my gun up
One0 versus One I like my chances so don't run up
Extendo on my chop stick
Now watch my chop shit
Dual Ar magazine
Switch the clip in 2 seconds I'm taking out your team
Don't show no pitty
You a bitch go suck your momma titty
And leave this street shit to men
I handle business
Don't kill the witness
I just pay them off
I'm big dawg
Don't want me pissed off
Aint kill a nigga in a minute
I'm having withdrawals
My clique small but that don't mean we ain't bout pressure
Don't ever question my intelligence
You too irreverent
I'm lighting off shit first I'm Tomas Edison
I think I'm really heaven sent but I get devilish
If you don't know me in my city you should be happy
Cause I don't do that small taking I sending caskets
We the opps
Don't give a f*ck bout your gang
Four to One ratio
But still out living all these lames
We the opps
I'll pull up where y'all hang
Let off shots out this Glock until I see a nigga brain
Writer: Qwenta’ Gaynor
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