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Dead Opps (feat. Notti Osama) letra


(Elvis)
(Yo, nonzo, turn this up)
(Ransom, you fucked this up)
Grrah, grrah
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Oy, like
Gang-gang, nigga, grrah

I don't care if he blood or he crip
If he jackin’ the opps, anybody get hit (grrah)
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click
For 83, the devil, I'ma let it rip (grrah-grrah, boom)
C-hii had died, nobody gon’ slide (c-hii)
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side (grrah)
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (grrah-grrah-grrah)

Ayy yo, notti, just creep
Fuck all the knocks, beat him out his sneaks
Talkin' on bro, could get left on the scene (like)
Got a grip, blue dot, good beam (grrah-grrah)
Setty, your mom, she a bum and a fiend
Do her dirty, put her on her knees
Bro came homе and he still wanna squeeze (grrah-grrah)
Opp niggas got shot and took it on a hop
Spin back, all black and flock (like)
Bitch, wе them ooters runnin' from the cops (grrah)
I can never lack, bitch, no way (like)
Me and notti, we blitz both ways (grrah-grrah)
Jj spot him a drilly, he click, he spray (grrah)
He spot him a— (grrah), he clickin' (grrah)
He spot him a— (grrah), he clickin', like (grrah-grrah)
Spot him a drilly, he clickin’, he spray (grrah-grrah)

It get heavy, it get messy
Try to run up, hit him and his bestie (grrah-grrah, boom)
Spin the 8 and we lookin’ for nesty (I'm what?)
I spot ’em, I got 'em, send him to his bestie (grrah-grrah, boom)
When I hop out the v, let it squeeze
Spin 8oh, tryna catch me a gz
We sip henny, no, we don't sip muddy (muddy)
He can get shot if he hop like a bunny (bunny)
Like, the kid is a demon
Hit a six, he'll spin for no reason
Jj the six, pop out every season (grrah-grrah)
He’ll oot, have a nigga wheezin', like
And bro from the six (like, what?)
You can tell, he ain't goin' for shit
Bro spot a shh, get beat wit' the—
Bro spot a—, get beat wit' the blick, grrah

I don't care if he blood or he crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit (grrah)
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click (grrah)
For 83, the devil, I'ma let it rip
C-hii had died, nobody gon' slide (c-hii)
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (grrah-grrah-grrah)

Every opp shot, nigga
Suck my dick
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah

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