Ron Luchivelli - Opp Pack(no Hook) [feat. Dotboi] Lyrics

New opp pack
Copped a new strap
Pop 3 shots then I shoot back
Knock back yo wig that's a loose cap
I move on the sly ima cool cat
Im reckless I'm different where the rules at
I don't don't do friends niggas blew that
No fakes no fakes no frauds don't do that
I'm hot im a trend Ron up next
Haha niggas spooked guess who's back
No lack usain bolt move too fast
Run up in the crib where dude at
Talking that hot shit I defuse that
Got shootas on the team but you knew that
Nigga drop yo guns or get blew back
Pull up 30 deep where the crew at
Y'all wave white flags I'm ya new cap
Just copped a O smoked two packs
That's 3 hit a lick snatch ya whole pack
Rob you for ya stash then sell it back
Smoke on yo gas that's opp pack
But I'll air yo ass out of the shit whack
12 gauge click clack got that kickback
Ram ya bitch from the back that's backtrack
Dethroned you from ya crib new iPad
You a joke bozo nigga I laugh
I wrecked yo shit like car crash
Hopped in a new rave nigga do da dash
I'm speeding Comic-Con call me flash
Ali with the feet did you see that
I bob I weave then I sting back
No nigga got me beat and I mean that
I'm King Kong F*ck nigga move back
Rick Ross big boss I be that
Ron da reaper bitch niggas I eat that
Get work till I die where sleep at
Pop out with the goons best believe that
Been outta my mind my can't lose that
Boutta blow this bitch up bring the roof back
Break bread wit da fam that's a kit
Crossed me lil nigga get his shit snatched
Sorry not sorry you will never get ya bitch back
Stepped to me lame nigga why you risk that
My dick in her mouth cuz she asked for snizac
Luh mama nasty ooh she lick that
This beat go dummy ooh yah I rip that
Turn up the bass man I'm dropping the treble
This Shit is gold someone bring me a medal
Gahdamn I'm shining these diamonds my bezel
Lil nigga get stupid i pop you like kettle
I'll put you down make you dance with the devil
Gahdamn you soft man you jiggle you jello
I hear you scream only response is a echo
I'maunting you through the dark then I pop up like Hello
I got yo luh baby she moan in falsetto
I beat it up it's up beat like it's techno
I gas her up we hotbox at the citgo
Her bestfriend in the passenger giving me neck tho
I Stack em up then connect like a lego
They freaking they dripping they wet need a rain coat
I get em weak turning soft man they play-doe
I walk my walk man I step in my fazos
Duffle bag heavy I'm packing that weight Hoe
Bitch call me Simon they move when I say so
I let y'all know I'm the shit I don't lay low
On my way to the top getting guap stacking pesos
Rocking this shit like I'm Kirk Cobain
Ron manning hike snaps cuz I'm going long range
Just thrashed this shit like my name major pain
I don't need no hook man this dragon was slain
This heat turnt to flames damn it can't be contained
This beat going hard ima let this shit bang