*Elvis*
[Intro]
Grrrrrr,grah grah-grah,boom
Fuck the opps all my n***as still offense
Grah grah-grah,boom

[Chorus]
Fuck the opps all my n***as still offense
I told use four-back I'ma off'em
Yell DOA,bitch,you'll get to sev
Fuck JayRip we diggin' up on his coffin
N***a,what?Bitch I'm lit!
Forties ain't better when I up in his strip
How the fuck that bitch be jackin' these dead n***as
But none of y'all n***as got hitched

[Verse]
L yous,what the ribs?
Fuck JB that boy restin' up in the peace
On tha ravel.On What??
Cut through my block that shit gettin' flicked
Fuck the opps candles gettin' kicked
She gon' eat the clip
If you run - don't trip
Me used to trip through the sev on a lit
New opps they get bitched
Old ops that's Rip
Got booked for being on his bitch
I got booked with the knocks tryna catch a hit

[Chorus]
Fuck the opps all my n***as still offense
I told use four-back I'ma off'em
Yell DOA,bitch,you'll get to sev
Fuck JayRip we diggin' up on his coffin
N***a,what?Bitch I'm lit!
Forties ain't better when I up in his strip
How the fuck that bitch be jackin' these dead n***as
But none of y'all n***as got hitched