Opps On Deck

[Intro]

(This a Nitti beat)

Yeah

Yeah, bitch (Yeah)

Bitch, free my brother (Yeah)

Bitch, free my brother

Bitch, free my brother, nigga

Bitch, free my— (Yeah), yeah

[Verse]

When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't none of that chillin' with the opps on deck

I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them niggas not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the wreck

I seen a nigga get hit in his chest, he ain't know he was hit, he was holdin' his neck

I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath

I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself

I ain't evеn gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil Three when I needed somе help

Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them niggas be gettin' the belt

I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed

Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself

Hell yeah, I'ma switch when shit get right, everybody disappeared when shit went left

Bitch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair

I'll go and fuck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear

One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care

Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them niggas wasn't there

It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that shit wasn't fair

If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air

When we posted up, them niggas don't spin our block, them little pussy boys wasn't there

I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money or clothes if you loyal 'cause that shit rare

Can't even control these .308s, these bitches so big, it'll knock down a bear

None of the opps really want this smoke, this shit'll get worser than smokin' a square, bitch