Lil Rachett - Opp Lyrics

Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked
Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked
Careful with your words I might get offended
Tooley come with two
I call it double digits
Still in the hood dodging penitentiary
Touch your nose f*ck nigga mind your business
You say you in the streets well im still in it
Alot of niggas hate me cause they see me winning
So its otb shit to the f*cking ending
All my brothers bout it
We stay on a mission
And I know dese niggas mad
We up double digits
So its otb shit to the f*cking ending
To the death of me
You pussys rest in peace
Cause if you step to me
Gone catch hundred rounds
Wont get the best of me
Look how he running now
Double back slide the block I bet I got him now
Stay in your lane or get popped off the rebound
Stay in your lane or get popped off the rebound
Bitch
Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked
Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked
Boy you got some nerve if you f*cking with me
Pull up on the curb with them two two threes
Careful with your words when you talking to me
F*ck with lil rachett put your face on a tee
All dat play play save dat shit for your niece
Before you play with me better go play on the beach
Think im from miami I be packing the heat
Ran me up a sack and put some gold on my teeth
Slide on a nigga if he f*cking with me
All dat fye rapping mean nun to me
Aint nun happen not nun to me
Game in the lock and I got the key
All my blood brothers gone slide for me
Niggas say they bout it but they hiding from me
All my blood brothers gone die for me
All my blood brothers gone ride for me
Bitch
Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked
Pull up on your block
With dat glock we gone shoot it out
F*ck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im sipping syrup
Boy you got some nerve
With your words boy you getting murked