OPPOSITIONS (feat. Blueface)

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I put yo bitch in my lap, while recordin' my tracks and I'm askin' her, what do you think?
She said my music's her favorite, it's up on her playlist and she bumps that shit everyday, yeah
Oh, Oh
I told that bitch that she needs to behave
I heard the opps outside with a Glock, but I don't give a f*ck cause they all bitch made
Aye, I've been rollin' up bands, I've been takin' my Xans with a double cup, Jolly's my drink
I know a gang full of rats who want me to drop dead, but I'm takin' that shit to the grave
This ice on my neck, gave a skinny boy weight
This price on my head, gave a white boy waves
Put his motherfuckin' head down, he sayin' grace
I choke my paper till it's blue in the face
F*ck what he said it's just gun to his head, No discussion just "blah, blah, blah"
I had my neighbors, once knock on my door and ask where are the fireworks I wanna watch
If it's me bitchin', I'm sendin' my shots
But if it's you bitchin', you'd go to the cops
I got blue in my hair, am I crip or just goth?
Shot down, gave his ass 65 blood clots
Twelve thousand dollars, all in rubber bands
Had my brothers ask, what are you movin?
I don't do deals, I do hitman kills
I correct them and say, who's life are they losin?
Imma beat the case, my lawyer Saul Goodman
Back in 2018, momma called me a hoodlum
And I was just trappin' to feed all my people
I pop them like oil, they thought I was cookin'
Yeah, traphone ringing, I'm like, "who the f*ck is this?"
It's just another opps bitch, tryna f*ck the kid
She said, keep it on the low, but I uploaded the vid
She threw it back just like a stripper
Threw blue faces on her tits, yeah, ayy
Ooh, Uh, we keep two threes for niggas with man buns
It ain't no fun when a rapper got the damn gun
Bet your bitch eat more dick than a bed bug
Only been down for attempts with handguns
I shot more niggas than niggas shot ammo
I bust more nines than 9-1-1, two, three, uh
Talkin' that man's got his ass messed up
Doo-doo-doo from his back to his gut
We raised the roof, drove his hellcat to heaven
Dodgin' the demons, got hit with a blessing
666, hit his ass with a seven
Treat all my bitches like they is a peasant
Don't f*ck with 12, but I f*ck with 11
All of my dawgs, yeah, they goin' to heaven
I put yo bitch in my lap, while recordin' my tracks and I'm askin' her, what do you think?
She said my music's her favorite, it's up on her playlist and she bumps that shit everyday, yeah
Oh, Oh
I told that bitch that she needs to behave
I heard the opps outside with a Glock, but I don't give a f*ck cause they all bitch made
Aye, I've been rollin' up bands, I've been takin' my Xans with a double cup, Jolly's my drink
I know a gang full of rats who want me to drop dead, but I'm takin' that shit to the grave
This ice on my neck, gave a skinny boy weight
This price on my head, gave a white boy waves
Put his motherfuckin' head down, he sayin' grace
I choke my paper till it's blue in the face

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