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Conversation With The Opps Lyrics - Artist : NoCap
[NLE Choppa:]
Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh Conversation with the opps Ayy, turn me up Tay Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry, yeah Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe We don't need a window, we hang out the roof I see my mans, I'm ready to shoot After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot We ready for violence, know we be wildin' I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin' Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence Don't care who you with, I'll kill anyone Slidin' with the gang, and I'm ready for war Soon as I see 'em I'ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score My clip on forty shots, but I only shot four Them hollow tips went right through that young nigga door 7.62, lay a nigga down Free JD 'till he back on the town Bitch I'm a dog, belong in the pound He thought we was done, let off some more rounds We really love murder, it make us happy My niggas grimy, and they get scrappy They movin' the birds, just like flappy Ready to step, it ain't no cappin' Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry, yeah [NoCap:] Wait nigga, there go the opps Pay me the Drac', convert on your top We ain't with the talkin', you niggas is cocky Get burned on your shoots, you don't give me the drop You make the wrong move, end up in the box My nigga lil' Dree, he keep him a Glock You look at him wrong, your body get dropped Talk on the phone, these polices watch Go ham any day when the block hot I'm a loose screw nigga, like a hotbox Even play, you gon' lay like a sandbox Real nigga from the North, you can get shot Got-got a shot, get your pop, call the dead walks Bullets burnin' through your skin, yeah, it get hot Nigga play with the gang, that's a knockoff I'ma say I'm a nigga like a sawed-off We ready for war, we ready to step You know that I'm Crip, we bang to the left We end 'em in person, get cooked like a chef You know how I'm comin', both flights to the let Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah We end 'em in person, get cooked like a chef You know how I'm comin', both flights to the let [NLE Choppa:] Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry, yeah |
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