Opp Pack

[Intro: Smoke DZA]

Yeah

(183rd Street)

The almighty

King Kush God

Yeah

Uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

New vibes, put the stove on

No other reason to prolong

Chunky link, both arms

Niggas' dough long

Reach like Boban

Jiggy nigga, bitches sold on

Me, 3rd, Nym link and form Voltron

Instant money makers like the lil' blocks we post on

Fire beats, we boast on, a decade in, still going

Whole team tagging shit, savages

Me, I'm the catalyst, strategist, break down the antagonist

They dick eaters

Back then current and they succeeders

Inner city walls, ski masks, big sweepers

Street shit, dig deeper

Transactions, big reefer

Public locations, hand motions for thе lip readers (Uh)

Load up the van, put thе shooters in the six seaters

Coming full throttle, false prophets try to mislead us

Spin the block back, spot 'em off with your top hat

Smokin' on the opp pack, they mad we shot back

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo

Been wildin', I ain't finished yet (Nah)

Got plenty pressure left, still connected like the internet (Oh, yeah)

The plug revealed syringes for fiends to shoot up in they neck

Been a threat, my eyes closed, the shots still go in the net

The money sweet, sometimes the game sour like vinaigrette

Was drunk baggin' up, spilling powder on my vintage vest

Should've wore an apron

Learned a lot of hard lessons from young 'cause we was all impatient

Leveled up, now I ride Jet Skis high in a foreign nation (Haha)

With your broad, it's all fornication

You weird niggas' sneakers lean to the side, it ain't no correlation (You niggas lost)

Caught you slippin', got no coordination

Listen, we roll the opp pack up, dump ashes on your picture

Been nice since Iverson was a 76er

For the money, I sold junkies plenty of mixtures (I did)

Got locked, had a bunkie, letters from my sister

Now shit lit, they can't fuck with us, nigga (Can't fuck with it)

Fuck out of here

[Verse 3: Nym Lo]

Lo

Ex crack seller, in the wine cellar 'cause I rhyme better

Diamonds all in the face of my time teller (Cash)

I get to the fetty, they wish they was I (Hahahaha)

Call the whip Nick Cannon, I got bands, drums, and sticks in the ride (Vroom)

Pretty bitch thick, I'm grippin' her thighs

And ain't no returns if you switched up your side

Eat dick and die

Money long and my temper short

Put the whip in sport as I'm dippin' off

I'm tryna fly somewhere to show this linen off (Skrrt)

I been a boss, reconfirm the addy 'fore I send it off

Tomahawk stuck between my teeth, pass the dental floss (Pass that)

Ain't about no cash, then I promise I don't get involved (Uh-uh)

Whippin' soft, drugs on me, get 'em off (Get 'em off)

Front the bodega, sunglasses Bottega, this year is no favors

Diamond Jesus Christian kicks, all flavors (Facts)

Had a junkie for a neighbor, so the hustle saved us

Streets made us

Fuck school, we cut the books and made 'em ace of spade us

'Cause I'm way up and I'm burning paper

Never gave a statement, fuck a hater

Lo