[Intro]
[?]
(Twovrt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, slide on that opp, we gon' get that boy shot
See an opp, n***a, he getting dropped
Finessing the plug, he be talking to opps
N***as rats, they be taking to cops
Ye-yeah, don’t know why he got that stick on him, that shit ain't never been shot

[Verse 1]
That n***a be selling props
We see an opp n***a, take off his locs
Yeah, my n***as toting on poles
Hit his bitch up, she gon' send us the drop
Yeah, I got too many clothes, might spend a K on some mo’fuckin' socks
Yeah, she tryna suck me up, hell nah, bitch, you gon' kick rocks
Yeah, n***as e-thugs, tryna fill me up with bots
Yeah, smoking reefer, can't give up for a [bad damn thot?]
Might go call up Keisha, she gon' let me get that box
Yeah, she a diva, she gon' come inside my cot
I know she a eater by the way she tote my Glock

[Chorus]
Yeah, slide on that opp, we gon' get that boy shot
See an opp, n***a, he getting dropped
Finessing the plug, he be talking to opps
N***as rats, they be taking to cops
Yeah, don't know why he got that stick on him, that shit ain’t never been shot
[Verse 2]
Say the world then I’m getting it back
When I'm down, n***as don’t come around
Take my chain, bitch, I'm getting it back
I'll fill the car with a whole hunnid round
These n***as lame and these n***as be cap
I told my dog, "Don't get caught with the pound"
They hate to see a n***a stuck in the trap, but never help
Them n***as holding you down