[Pigs Intro:]
Who's the star of the show? This guy? You?

[Verse 1:]
Fuck an attempt
We shook anybody, a n***a for tryna come play with the gang
He from the land, he got shot in the club
We P's but our P ain't the same
Delete everything
Catch me a n***a, hop out with a chopper and let it go bang
Murder for sure
I'ma leave on the skit, I'ma shift to the force, so don't play with the aim
On me, it's a body now
And bitch, I don't know you, you don't ask me to smoke
How you ain't slid for a n***a you love but tough on the comm and an actor for hoes?
I'm comin' on feet tryna party a n***a before I go mention my dog on a post
I'm blowin' that car for talkin' 'bout ski's
Ain't forced on a body, you shouldn't have spoke
I'm gettin' it donе
The heart of my story, you fuck with the opps
Bitch my attеndance is up
You hear me at three, be the easiest way in a box
Talkin' the bands, talkin' the bodies
They bringin' up rappers 'cause bitch we the opps
You started revenge, we playin' the boat
So we told 'em let's think it and put two in his top
Bitch we da opps
Yeah, we the reason his boy on the shirt
Body for body, go many on skit
When it's 45 bust, I was born with skirt
I speed everything, that's a reason we spent for 200 on that shit
What the fuck is a bird?
Don't speak on the gossip like I'm a liar
Don't make me the reason why she gon' be hurt
[Chorus:]
Bitch we da opps
And speakin' on that God, we gon' turn the fuck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
Bitch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke shit again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
Bitch we da opps
And speakin' on that God we gon' turn the fuck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
Bitch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke shit again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
Bitch we da opps

[Verse 2:]
I don't gotta say it, I'm knowin' we hated
Leave on bro on the curb like, ''Pick up your man, she's staring at space'' like brodie was faded
How can I fuck with a n***a
Who still ain't go back to his partner who dead?
For bitchin' about it, I'll spin me a block
I'ma take me a n***a and paint'til he red
Really go crazy, go ask what I did when they gave me a pistol and learned about hate
Murder block terror even shunned I met with skits on the opera that gave me this name
Been about chilly, my team get a bag
But when it's a murder, the hood gettin' blamed
Pray all the killers who stuck with a hell of a fuck goin' crazy and never gon' change
Bitch, I'm a lunatic, buss it for maniacs
Unless, I got you on strike 'cause we lit
It's from the heart
Slid for the falling, no pressure about it if I wanna hit
Bitch, get a boss, the n***a you loving will never amount to that shit that we did
I can't relate to these n***as who poppin' on song that never once been on a skit
[Chorus:]
Bitch we da opps
And speakin' on that God, we gon' turn the fuck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
Bitch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke shit again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
Bitch we da opps
And speakin' on that God we gon' turn the fuck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
Bitch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke shit again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
Bitch we da opps

[Outro:]
Bitch, we da opps
Hey bitch, we da opps
Bitch, we da opps