We outside for real so let the opps know we ain't ducking nothing
All she do is talk bitch use yo mouth on me or shut it up
Tried to let dude come lock in with us but he ain't tough enough
He gone kill his self when we find out that I been fucking her
That new ap gone fuck em up bust it down
Throw that gun away if that lil shit don't hold a hundred rounds
Tried to make me nut fast off of head I told her calm it down
Boxes in my mail even my plug know we don't fuck around
They call me Mr. Oppsmacka
Lotta closed caskets
I'm a getting money fucking hoes toting poles bastard
I might sell you some shake ya hand and wipe your nose after
They ain't in the field or shooting back them disses don't matter
Mr. Oppsmacka
Lotta closed caskets
I'm a getting money fucking hoes toting poles bastard
I might sell you some shake ya hand and wipe your nose after
They ain't in the field or shooting back them disses don't matter
Why these niggas scared to move
And tell the truth cause we put shit to bed if they ain't dead I know the vegetables
I won't bend or fold and trust these hoes is some I'll never do
Cross me he had hella moves hear snakes and I can't let them through
We gone slide for 3 weeks I don't need sleep
He said gas prices too high well we got cheap p's
Spin again like this my favorite song shots on repeat
Put her legs behind her head and dive in like knee deep
That ain't us
We ain't got nothing to do with that unless he died or he hiding
Knew I was gone be the man before I was 9 I wasn't surprised
Pray these shells come out my gun go in yo head and break inside
I Woke up put on my shoes and sold 3 Bricks like 80 times
Aye and you had plenty times to pass me
Last week I trapped while I was waiting on P to grab me
Tell that boy stop rapping cut it out cause that shit ass cheeks
I beat up the streets and made 10 bands and that's a bad week
They call me Mr. Oppsmacka
Lotta closed caskets
I'm a getting money fucking hoes toting poles bastard
I might sell you some shake ya hand and wipe your nose after
They ain't in the field or shooting back them disses don't matter
Mr. Oppsmacka
Lotta closed caskets
I'm a getting money fucking hoes toting poles bastard
I might sell you some shake ya hand and wipe your nose after
They ain't in the field or shooting back them disses don't matter