Dirko - Dead Opps Lyrics

Smoking dead Opp f*ck a white ruint
Ion like that chrome shit I keep a black gun
You know my aim good he'n f*cking run
Know I know the game good aint f*cking dumb
Nigga cross that line you get hit up
Nigga drop a dime like a swisher he get split up
It ain't been a problem cross the table we'n get rid of
Ramshack ya spot then we split it down the middle
Choppa hit yo spine just like Ricky he'n get up
Try to run down you get truck like a pick up
Nigga say my name I'm on his ass like a sit up
30 make a nigga catch his breath like he got hiccups
Pull up in a van like we tryna snatch a bitch up
Kick me out of school told my moma I couldn't come in there
I went down the road level 5 yeah I been there
I smoke so much weed I gotta gas or ian going nowhere
Shot him in his chest so many times he couldnt get no air
F*ck her from the back pull her hair till she'n got no hair
F*ck a top 10 I got 30 an ion play fair
F*ck your whole squad an yo gang I'll go there
Ian never liked chrome guns since a kid
Nigga told me he'll never tell on me but he did
Thought my bitch was gone ride when I got jammed but she slid
I couldn't hide the stick at moma crib that bih to big
I been dealing with 12 since I was 12 f*ck the pigs
Pulled up where you stay turned yo phone off an hid
F*ck your dead homie shot that nigga ass on vid
Dig his ass up shoot him again nigga we like that
Ian the type to pick a fight wit who ain't gone fight back
I'm the type that nigga we got smoke I want ya A hat
Random bitches texting I'm the type that ain't gone write back
Catch him out of bounds if he ain't dead run the play back