I got ops and I kno
Posted by the corner store
Serving bops in da yo
I got yams and they go
I keep 30's that's fasho
And I serve a lot of blow
Pray the cops don't kno
I'm pouring lean up by the 4
Leave you leaning like a pole
Play wit me you getting smoked
I got ops and I kno
So I keep shootas on the low
Pulling up wit young cross
I kno trav at the door
Knock knock
Hey honey I'm home
Beating rounds like a metronome
Too much in my styrofoam
Wondering what the hell I be on
Too many drugs my mind is gone
Play wit me yo mind get blown
I got ops and I know
If I see him I'm gone scope
Met the deacon wit my pole
He serve me another bow
Heard the feds kicking doors
Kme in here they getting blown
Met a plug outta state
Overnight I get it flown
I just sum real estate
And a stripper pole in my home
They say leave drugs alone
I'm like leave me alone
I'm real deal wokstar
Kant leave weed alone
Shooting yo yo momma krib
Don't care if she at home
More drugs than projected x
Costa where's my knome
Iwanna live overseas
Run that pack then I'm gone
But I kant leave the streets
Run then bricks send them home
I got opps and I know
They gone drop and that's fasho
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I got ops and I kno
Posted by the corner store
Serving bops in da yo
I got yams and they go
I keep 30's that's fasho
And I serve a lot of blow
Pray the cops don't kno
I'm pouring lean up by the 4
Leave you leaning like a pole
Play wit me you getting smoked
I got ops and I kno
So I keep shootas on the low
Pulling up wit young cross
I kno trav at the door
Knock knock
Hey honey I'm home
Beating rounds like a metronome
Too much in my styrofoam
Wondering what the hell I be on
Too many drugs my mind is gone
Play wit me yo mind get blown
I got ops and I know
If I see him I'm gone scope
Met the deacon wit my pole
He serve me another bow
Heard the feds kicking doors
Kme in here they getting blown
Met a plug outta state
Overnight I get it flown
I just sum real estate
And a stripper pole in my home
They say leave drugs alone
I'm like leave me alone
I'm real deal wokstar
Kant leave weed alone
Shooting yo yo momma krib
Don't care if she at home
More drugs than projected x
Costa where's my knome
Iwanna live overseas
Run that pack then I'm gone
But I kant leave the streets
Run then bricks send them home
I got opps and I know
They gone drop and that's fasho
Posted by the corner store
Serving bops in da yo
I got yams and they go
I keep 30's that's fasho
And I serve a lot of blow
Pray the cops don't kno
I'm pouring lean up by the 4
Leave you leaning like a pole
Play wit me you getting smoked
I got ops and I kno
So I keep shootas on the low
Pulling up wit young cross
I kno trav at the door
Knock knock
Hey honey I'm home
Beating rounds like a metronome
Too much in my styrofoam
Wondering what the hell I be on
Too many drugs my mind is gone
Play wit me yo mind get blown
I got ops and I know
If I see him I'm gone scope
Met the deacon wit my pole
He serve me another bow
Heard the feds kicking doors
Kme in here they getting blown
Met a plug outta state
Overnight I get it flown
I just sum real estate
And a stripper pole in my home
They say leave drugs alone
I'm like leave me alone
I'm real deal wokstar
Kant leave weed alone
Shooting yo yo momma krib
Don't care if she at home
More drugs than projected x
Costa where's my knome
Iwanna live overseas
Run that pack then I'm gone
But I kant leave the streets
Run then bricks send them home
I got opps and I know
They gone drop and that's fasho
Writer: Quenton Shinette
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