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letra de fuck the opps - yhung t.o.

[intro]
mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
hollathetruth

[verse 1]
gotta keep this glizzy on my waist (on my waist)
f-ck suckas, they whole block and where they hang (where they hang)
10 bands on yo’ head’ll get you framed (framed)
i got some shooters who gon’ shoot for not a thang (not a thang)
don’t give a f-ck about my life ’cause i still take ’em n-gga (i still take ’em n-gga)
send the b-tton on that drake, come and taste it n-gga (come and taste it)
i be ridin’ wit’ some crips, wit’ some dangerous n-ggas (wit’ some dangerous)
i be ridin’ wit’ my thugs and we all famous n-gga (and we all famous n-gga)
up this glock and make yo’ bed and have you lay wit’ n-ggas (and have you lay)
ain’t no reason to trust again they just gon’ snake a n-gga
who the f-ck you think you is? you ain’t no gangsta n-gga
you ain’t never on that block, you ran from danger n-gga
you ain’t never blanket empty clips all out of anger n-gga
way too many times i done forgave that sh-t, it made me different
givin’ out my trust to get betrayed, that sh-t had me trippin’
when they shot my car up on the freeway that sh-t had me thinkin’
maybe i’m here for a real reason (real reason)
i know these n-ggas mad that i’m still breathin’ (still breathin’)
mama say i’m gainin’ weight, i be still eatin’
i know i’m gettin’ addicted but i’m still drinkin’
and when we hit them n-ggas block it was for a real reason (real reason)
n-ggas stabbed me in my back and thought that i wasn’t peepin’
n-ggas dissin’ for some clout and that’s gon’ be the reason (be the reason)
i might go to jail for life i’ll leave the n-gga leakin’

[chorus]
i been feelin’ all this pain, i been stuck up in this game
do you n-ggas want smoke? or you n-ggas want fame?
she said she love my music and like how i do my dance
ain’t no playin’ both sides, is you a opp or you a fan?
just bought like three chops, tryna bend a few blocks
middle finger to the feds, n-gga it’s still f-ck the cops
forever on them sucka n-ggas, n-gga f-ck the opps
while them n-ggas makin’ songs i be bendin’ n-gga’s blocks
if a n-gga outside, we gon’ leave ’em where he stand
yo’ b-tch be on my phone ’cause she know that i’m the man
she wanna hit my line, always ask me where i’m stayin’
heard a n-gga got signed and she know i got them bands

[verse 2]
n-ggas tough up on the net and didn’t say it when i seen ’em (when i seen)
all these n-ggas broke, no i wouldn’t wanna be ’em (wanna be)
brand new masarati i just copped it for the weekend (for the weekend)
load up wit’ these chops hit they block and we gon’ sweep it (and we gon’ sweep it)
uppin’ wit’ this glock, make yo’ bed and you gon’ lay wit’ n-ggas (and you gon’ lay wit’ n-ggas)
ain’t no reason to trust again they just gon’ snake a n-gga (they gon’ snake a n-gga)
who the f-ck you think you is? you ain’t no gangsta n-gga (you ain’t no gangsta n-gga)
you ain’t never on that block, you ran from danger n-gga (you ran from danger n-gga)
you ain’t never blanket empty clips all out of anger n-gga
way too many times i done forgave that sh-t, it made me different
givin’ out my trust to get betrayed, that sh-t had me trippin’ (ohh)

[outro]
oh, i been feelin’ all this pain, i been stuck up in this game
n-ggas want smoke? or you n-ggas want fame?
she said she like my music and like how i do my dance
ain’t no playin’ both sides, is you a opp or you a fan?
just bought like three chops tryna bend a few blocks
middle fingers to the feds, n-gga still f-ck the cops
and still f-ck the opps, mmm
still f-ck the opps
yeah

- yhung t o

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