Screwly G, 21 Savage - F The Opps (Lyrics)

🎧 SCREWLY G, 21 SAVAGE - F THE OPPS (Lyrics)

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Lyrics:

[Intro: Screwly G]
(Jebbes with another one)
Uh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Screwly G]
Bump down on the opps with buttons (Brr)
Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off, I guess he ain't see us comin'
Hop out, rrr, rrr, hawked him down, his niggas went to runnin'
I can up a dub, a ten of blues, the opps ain't got no money (Uh-uh)
Uh, switch too fast (Rrah), drench his ass, fft, fft, the nigga couldn't duck it
Gassin' him up to spin on us, his dumb ass died, he shouldn't've trusted (Ah, ha)
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple of months, I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusty
Like his mans (Rrr, rrr), we popped him up, but he ain't die, the bitch got lucky (Uh)
Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight, fuss, then fuck, the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and a nigga got killed (Rrah), don't ask me shit 'cause I don't know nothin' (Grrah, grrah)
I got a switch on back of this Glock, when 12 ride past, I'm tryna tuck it
Ain't just totin' these guns for fun (Rrah), nigga spin out West, then tell 'em we done it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We on the way to the top, still ridin' with chop (Uh-huh), hittin' opps, we puttin' 'em under (Uh-huh)
Four niggas on that hit, they ain't know who was who when we shot, we let off a hundred
Aim for the face, neck, or the chest when we shoot (Rrah), last nigga caught one in the stomach (Uh-huh)
Built for this shit, caught a— uh, and they vomit
Nigga, I run with some gunners (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, like Austin, Stone Cold Stunna (Rrah)
One of them faces a real-deal gunner (Rrah)
Kill him this winter, won't see him next summer (Rrah)
Dyin' for clout, opps get dumber and dumber
Hit in his head, 'fore he fell, he stumbled
7.62 make a big nigga tumble (Rrah)
Killin' the killers and whoever sent you

[Chorus: Screwly G]
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah-grrah)
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry (Grrah)
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye (Rrah)
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, no lace front, but we at his wig (21)
Tracker on his car to find out where he live (21, 21)
All my Glocks was dirty, so I used my SIG
If I'm outside your house, your ass did somethin' you shouldn't've did
Woah, if you scared, pussy, go to church (Pussy)
No love for these hoes 'cause they the ones do you the worst (On God)
Put a Lego in my stick, but this bitch don't shoot Nerf
Hesitation get you killed, so we gon' move first (Facts)
I did more gangster shit than you done seen (21)
Pull your shiesty down, lil' bruh, I think they got a ring (21)
Bitch, don't ask what's in my cup, just know that it ain't green (21)
I'm the type to tell your wife to meet me at Celine (On God)
You spend all your cash on drugs, then your ass a fiend (The fuck?)
Ain't no codeine in your syrup, how the fuck you lean? (What the fuck?)
Draco hit him in the top and left him Mr. Clean (Pussy)
My lil' buddy got three hats and he still a teen

[Chorus: Screwly G]
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah-grrah)
Creep up, ff, fah
Knew he was hit, heard that, "Ah"
Fuck the opps, bitch, die
Fuck his mama, bitch, cry (Grrah)
Leave a bitch, bitch, bye (Rrah)
Want me dead? Bitch, try
Grr-grrah, that's that fire (Grrah)
'Nother opp bitch in the sky (Grrah, grrah)




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