Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Ahh)
You niggas ain't hardly ready
Pick up that load, the start is heavy
Playin' it smart, this shit'll get deadly
Can't forget it and can't regret it (Uh)
Soon as he pick up that pole he ready (Yeah)
Don't even matter how old, he ready
Niggas gon' catch him and try to get at him
Better stay focused and hold it steady, youngin crushin'
How do you think at your best when this shit put you up to the test? You under pressure
Tell me what happenin' next when your heart jumpin' out of your chest
That paranoia turn into stress, you see his soul just less and less (Pressure)
Over your shoulder niggas get stretched (Pressure)
Offense turn to defense, defense, press (Ayy, press)
Bitch, it's the G in the flesh (Yes) in that GTS (S)
I just felt like flexin', what's your first impression?
Better second guess it, what's your first impression?
You in here with some steppers, throw a switch at whoever (Brr)
Aim it at whoever (Grr)
My chain change the weather (Ayy)
Got a whole lot of change on my schedule
Big ring embezzled (Phew)
Bitch think she special, bitch think I'm sweatin' her
Bitch, I'm finessin', bitch, that shit regular
Brand new spot, Swerv', why you need a brand new spot?
'Cause when I'm alone, I sit back and plot all by myself to get to the top
I got a brand new Glock in the spot
Brand new Glock and I'll make it hot
I might let it go off 'til it stop
You know how I rock, fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Fuck opps)
Smoke, fuck opps (Uh)
Better run, jump
What? Jump, jump
What? Jump, jump
What? Run, run
What? Jump, jump (What?)
R.I.P. Kobe and Roc, I don't even see no opps (Fuck 'em)
Ain't none of them niggas richer than me, so I don't never see no opps (Fuck 'em)
Still got thirty shots (Yeah), I don't even need no opps (You know that)
Still put a nigga on Fox (You know that), still on top (You know that)
Young niggas got automatics in traffic, nobody be on they block
If he got whacked you won't get back
We on yachts, we on jets (Ayy, we on), gotta plot (Plot, uh)
This shit don't stop (Don't stop), we havin' a lot (Yeah, pussy)
Niggas be talkin' a lot, ain't nothin' to be talkin' about
It's smoke or it's not, what's poppin', pussy? (What's poppin'?)
I'll pop a pussy (Baow)
Herbo back on his bully
All black in his hoodie
I ain't drivin' a buggy
But Herbie loaded his fully
Fuck opps (On foenem, you get it? Like, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (Unloaded that, loaded that fully, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (I ain't drivin' no buggy, you know? Like Herbie ??? Herbie, G Herbo, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (On foenem ???, fuck opps)
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