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letra de opp season - nba big b

[intro: nba big b]
(shout out to lil rippah for makin’ the beat)
what you on, 4? what up, meechy? (on gang)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: nba big b]
he was talkin’ sh-t and he got ran down by his friend, though
obviously he ain’t want that f-ckin’ chopper and that gunsmoke
number nine, n-gga hit his ass like he was rondo
pullin’ up with so many sticks, you would think we ran a gunshow
i just passed that b-tch to meechy, he just rocked out with the ar
lil’ brother in the backseat screamin’ murder, on ’bout eight bars
herm got the draco, he gon’ play it like a guitar
hit a four-two for the stolo, he gon’ pull up in a go-kart
i just got the drop on the opps and i’m pullin’ up
thirty shots up in my f&n, i’m tryna put some up
he keep dissin’ on my lil’ brother, i gotta touch him up
nba for life, you better pick a side and muscle up
[chorus: nba big b]
opp season, glock squeezin’, tryna find a n-gga
bust his head, leave him dead, homicide a n-gga
wan’ get paid? come and sign this contract and go blind a n-gga
that murder rate is runnin’ to the ceiling, boost it higher, n-gga
turn me up, we thuggin’ in the city, we ain’t hidin’, n-gga
the other side say they want some smoke, so sh-t, we ridin’, n-gga
roll his homeboy up in a grabba and get high, n-gga
chokin’ on his partner while i’m plottin’ on another victim

[verse 2: nba meechy baby]
opp season, i been lurkin’, tryna stomp one
ar season, full of perkys with a hot one
pull up, i’ma hop out, run him down, ooh, he got one
draco hold a hundred, uh, uh, got a big drum
[?][1:39], get his face blown
caught him leaving kenny’s, tried to k!ll him and his stank ho
slangin’ iron on airlines, we switchin’ cars up in the 4
the b-tch ain’t come from enterprise, this a junky rental, though
meechy baby, i can get you stepped on for ounce of dope
know some n-ggas off of 75th, but meechy, i’m from east polk
know some n-ggas off of 75th’ll come and kick your front door
4ktrey, we slangin’ iron forever, b-tch, if you don’t know (where the opps?)

[chorus: nba big b]
opp season, glock squeezin’, tryna find a n-gga
bust his head, leave him dead, homicide a n-gga
wan’ get paid? come and sign this contract and go blind a n-gga
that murder rate is runnin’ to the ceiling, boost it higher, n-gga
turn me up, we thuggin’ in the city, we ain’t hidin’, n-gga
the other side say they want some smoke, so sh-t, we ridin’, n-gga
roll his homeboy up in a grabba and get high, n-gga
chokin’ on his partner while i’m plottin’ on another victim
[verse 3: herm tha blacksheep]
caught him up in scotland, bust him up for cheap
told lil’ brother, b-tch, i don’t need no paper, i’ll bust him up for free
post up in the bottom with my chopper, it’s just me and meechy
hop up in a rental, go to the top, see what we can see
float down fairfields with my n-gga bud (show love)
caught an opp n-gga, ’bout to burn him up (burn his ass)
the kel-tec jam, i’m like, “what the f-ck?”
i got a short lil’ n-gga out the window tryna bust him up
every time a n-gga brought the smoke, sh-t, they went to coughin’
every time a n-gga went to missin’, why they went to talkin’? (rat)
sendin’ kissy faces in my dm, i hit the bm
a couple weeks later a n-gga caught him on some g sh-t (b-tch)

- nba big b

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