Текст Lil Gotit – Opp Pack

Wheezy outta here

Hands up me and Slimelife yeah we came for extortion
Baby girl get rid of a young fuck nigga like abortion
Ain’t shit gettin’ discussed ’bout nigga we ain’t packin’ no foreign

7.62 like good crack
Pop a pill then ask you where yo bitch at
Me and slime poppin’ shit out a Hellcat
He knew not to play brought them bells back
Pay good nigga where you find them shells at
Brought the bag out just for your lil man
Slime him out shit we slime about ten of them
In the club I got the Glock in the timberlands
I don’t even wanna talk Shawty talk to them

Shawty talk to him like keed talk to him
33 shot lil nigga Patrick Ewing
Have a nigga cryin’ like I did somethin’ to him
Now who ’bout it?
You know where we at what you do ’bout it?
Bulletproof truck better shoot at it
Control alt delete make him go buy a new body (Rudy Gang )

Play with us bet they’ll die
Loadin’ up the opps in a line

Hands up me and Slimelife yeah we came for extortion
Baby girl get rid of a young fuck nigga like abortion
Ain’t shit gettin’ discussed ’bout nigga we ain’t packin’ no foreign
It’s a YSL party every head in here got horses
Slatt slatt, yea you can get whacked whacked
Glock with a leg in the backpack
Stick break a nigga like a Kit Kat
Young fuck nigga you ain’t with that
All the cap rap push your wig back
Make a nigga wish he never did that
Hunnids on shell where your kids at

Set him up
I put my hoe on him
I make him think that my hoe on him
Imma send her to the show on ’em
I’m outside creepin’ on the low on ’em
Now they leaving
He let her ride ’cause he green bean
She get to the spot
She send me the dot
Now I’m pullin’ up while he sleepin’

They stealin’ the slime like they plankton
See him on the highway we racin’
They say YSL what boy you cappin’
?
Might snap on a nigga, no snapback
Forever with my runs, I’m an old scream slatt
The bitches cried about, got that hoe in the back
Until she eatin’ dick good bring the Ac

Me, Gotit and Wheezy, not talkin’ ’bout Wayne
I’m higher than high, I’m stuck on the plane
You niggas are shrimps and ducks and lames
Cap ass drip won’t take your chain
You talkin’ bout smoke, lives are gon’ change
The Carter daughter, she could get banged
Shawty and Gotit, bitch we the train
Run that boy over, burn up his brains

Hands up me and Slimelife yeah we came for extortion
Baby girl get rid of a young fuck nigga like abortion
Ain’t shit gettin’ discussed ’bout nigga we ain’t packin’ no foreign
It’s a YSL party every head in here got horses
Slatt slatt, yea you can get whacked whacked
Glock with a leg in the backpack
Stick break a nigga like a Kit Kat
Young fuck nigga you ain’t with that
All the cap rap push your wig back
Make a nigga wish he never did that
Hunnids on shell where your kids at