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Rock My Opps To Sleep (feat. Mac Critter & Leaveit Running)

by ashxer1

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I ride my opps to sleep, three car deep on these streets My lil niggas geek, we hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet Up this streets, that boy spoke Greek We gon' smoke, then we got beef 7.62 on me, we ain't defeat If you a opp, then you gettin' the lick If you a opp, then you gettin' the lick Smokin' on opp shit, fuck up my brief Ho on the top, but I'm keepin' it brief We made him chalk and the tape out the street Spend a block, we made him tape out the street Swizz gettin' hype, but the bitch get spit She like the sucka that spit on the dick Been a hoe over, I'm a dog Girl, them pussies pretty and bald Me and my nigga, we shoot on style 7.62 made him jump like a frog Long live Q forever, we gon' ball Wish my nigga a call, give your mama a call I'm still spendin' on the opps everyday, tryna knock shit off Bitch, I pop shit off, bitch, I pop shit off Pull out number blue hunnids, you can't top it off I ride my opps to sleep, 3 car deep on these streets My lil' nigga he geek We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet Phew, we hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet Hopped on pearly, you dizzy Script aboard, body covered I left the sauce up on his feet Love when I switch it glitchin One more clue, call it repeat I don't point no finger, cop it Told my lil' nigga he sleepin Told Mac, cut up, hop out, croup him Got a plate, gotta go with it, man Where you from? From Indiana Stay foolish, turn through the city All that mo' shit came up out the mud Can't even see myself leachin These streets full of all that tough shit When it's Drake, just get the preachers feedin Michael bout to fit, long live my nigga Guadal When y'all left that shit, that fucked me up A pill I couldn't even swallow If it took some cash to get y'all back I wouldn't even have a dollar Last nigga play, we leave it Live for midget like a toddler I rock my opps to sleep Threw Cardi, Bonnie, Scrooge My lil' nigga, he geek We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet We hoppin' out on feet

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