Op Pack
It's that Ghost Shine nigga
It's that Guapo nigga
Everyone deady
Can't wait till I catch me a fetti
Like, all of the dead's in my spliff
Yompi, Liam, Bussin
Fuck that nigga we smokin' his cousin
Like I'm bout to spin through ain't no more discussion
Bro told me stay ten but I'm always a hunnid
Big 2sK catch one I start dumpin
Three shots for any nigga bluffin
Five hitters pull up to ya function
Fuck the six, all them niggas be ducking
Triple seven like all of my cousin
8am with ya bitch and we fuckin
Spin through the nine and watch him get the runnin
Do a drill then a song on some club shit
Chapo got chops like bro ready to clutch it
Two to the six, ain't no shit, tell him suck dick
Shakin' her hips like she want me to womp it
I showed her my music
Now she blushing
Ain't no pick and choosing
We be buggin
When I see Andre, I'ma get the drummin
Ain't never on time and niggas ain't on nothin
I'm finna find him, I'ma get the huntin
Bro, so we passin', rewind it I up it
Red beam, green beam, hit his muffin
Flip me a patch, tryna turn this to something
Can't go if I can't get the pole in
200, 600, them niggas folded
When I'm shootin', I pray that it goes in
High like a kite, this yampi got me floatin
Take a pic on they block, then I post it
Your bitch a thot she gon' swallow the whole dick
On my grind, I just gotta stay focused
Grippin' the nine while I'm rollin' through Locust
All of my opps is ass
No I cannot be them
I know that Cito be beating on Liam
I'm GBG brazy can't wait till I see him
I'm on your block, tryna risk all my freedom
Spot me at opp , told Guapo to leave him
He walk down with his mask, I ain't think they they peep him
We gon' spin on their shit, we gon' make it a sequel
Like damn, like what,
Bro keep on click it, click it till he done
We get the itching and spinning for the fun
I mix his dead with grabba and the runts
Like damn, like what
I be outside, you better have your gun
I Mr. Reload hop out then I dump
When you see me, you see me, pussy, do not run
We gon' spin it and spin, replay
Like 4th of July we gon' light up his PJ's
Like damn
He can't do no more shows, we gon' shoot at his DJ's
That nigga pussy don't come on the E-Way
I be with flash do the dash on the freeway
And that bitch be a leg, we gon' pass to the team way
Don't you tag me in shit
I'm not caring what he say