Opps (feat. Honey Whiskey Jr. & Miles Canady)
Le Lune
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Look here mayne Free the opps ya heard me Free the opps, y'nam sayin Free Palestine, y'nam sayin Y'nam sayin Free Syria, y'nam sayin Free my uncle Craig, y'nam sayin He gone get out soon but it's cool When he touch down, he got the heart of a giant 5'5 With the heart of a lion, ya heard me? Yeah. Free the opps, BITCH Free my opps I'm tryna beat they fucking ass Throw a chair at they body then rob them for their cash Ima turn up your function then rob you of your fans I'm fucking up your fucking function doing a couple raps Disses on disses Distress Wash him like dishes Hot mess He stay in the mixes Projects He swinging he missing Side step I'm bobbing and wearing Like Pep I'm punching he lifted 5 Reps He internally bleeding Ah shit He crying he bitching I guess But make sure to free that nigga from the luncheon I wanna be the first to throw a straight fucking get a punch in BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH I see that you tryna get rich But the clout and fame gives you that itch You ain't no better than a snitch You like 69 ewhen you up in the mix You 626 I'll have you blue after this All crumbled up like a old box of rits Stay strapped up it's only number one diss Number two comes a week after this With you dead and buried you won't be missed Leave you more broke than when God We gone slide nigga We don't need help Too ganged up If I step they gone step Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself We gone slide nigga We don't need help Too ganged up If I step they gone step Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself I don't need no more invites, bro you tired, look hella busted, you think you desired If you talking hard, I run up with that fire, Sammy Guevara kick, you finna die At the cigar bar, you want smoke that bad? Ran out the crib when the kid called you dad Maury baby mama shit, bro you sad, I'm my DMs begging me to come back And now you sound like girls you been playing Acting like chi-chi nigga, I'm just saying Thought you were a star, but your star started fading This shit is Karma, cause you started hating My bestfriend's rapist on your playlist, and you claim it's for surveillance No play, it seems basics when you play games at his place bitch We gone slide nigga We don't need help Too ganged up If I step they gone step Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself We gone slide nigga We don't need help Too ganged up If I step they gone step Free my opps I'm tryna catch em myself Free my opps I'm tryna MINK MINK MINK
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