C.M.L.
Dead Opps
[Intro: Capolow & CML Lavish D]
(ApolloJetson)
Ayy, ayy
On everything, you pray the opps die?
(Who made the beat?)
All the opps dead (Apollo, ho)

[Chorus: Capolow]
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[Verse 1: Capolow]
He hopped out, opp laid, opp dead
I pray the opps die, heard what I said (Ayy, ayy)
I grab that chop, kill a n***a for my meds
Kill a opp sober, kill an opp off the meds
I still pick up my nine sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes (Ayy, ayy)
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes (Ayy, ayy)
Give a fuck about that n***a, he ain't one of mines
Give a fuck about that bitch, she ain't pay, she ain't mines
Long as I'm gon' ride to my word, we gon' be fine
As long as I got nine, take my word, we gon' be fine
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Capolow]
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[Verse 2: CML Lavish D]
I be prayin' that the opps die (Facts)
Leave a n***a lookin' like his dog died (Bitch-ass n***a)
Fuck around with me and get hog-tied
Pull up in a Benz with the frog eyes
Free the whole gang, I got mob ties (Free the gang)
Private location with some mob guys (Free the gang)
I'm lookin' at your ho, tell your bitch bye
Throw her to the team, it's a fish fry (That part)
Cook a player hater like a french fry
Your ho fell in love with a rich guy (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with how my wrist shine
I'm huggin' four lanes, you can't get by
They gave my n***a eighty on the state yard
He told me he'd rather be up in the graveyard
Them other n***as ain't tough, they just play hard (Clowns)
Bitch, I'm good everywhere 'cause my face card (What else?)
[Chorus: Capolow]
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

[Outro]
(ApolloJetson)