Lyrics We Don't Fuck With Opps 2.0 - HitEmUp

Damn Astro That's You
Shoutout Astro Nigga Uh
Hopping on beats and I hit that shit up
I'm sipping wocheksa that's what's in my cup
Bitch I'm a big dog and you lil niggas pups
I heard that he died man I don't give a fuck
And I'm on his block and no I don't got cameras
but you know that his block is getting Shot up
And no I do not got no takeover
but you thought I was a sharp from the way that I spot Up

You can't get no hit lil nigga cause you missing me
Man Ty gone hop up on yo song and carry man just pay that fee
But I really fuck with Marii so I did that shit for free
I'm in the studio right now and got this bitch sucking on me
Bitch play with me or Marii you won't make it that's a guarantee
I know them shooters that don't play no games they'll leave you 6 feet deep
You gone be dead and gone and they won't find yo body in no week (Stewart)
And bitch yo body in that ocean bitch your ass is deceased

Gang
You ducking beef we don't care where you at
We gone slide shoot da house up wit sticks Uh
I got da ball Ian passing dis bitch I'm like Mello when he played for knicks
I tell em once Ian tellin em twice Ian letting no bitch nigga take me off shit
Send him to the dick
Skin his ass nacked we fried his ass up caught him taking a pic bitch
Uh Me and lil ty yeah we be sparking shit up like it's 4th of July
Yeah
I gotta bop freaky lil bitch set the pick trynna take off his top
Uh
Nd Ian lul top but I'll leave ya necklace if thinking bout touching my Guap
If he spin through this section my niggas be outside camping
All my youngins do damage
Bitch
I'm finna put the city on
You be capping you know your ass deadass wrong
I'm smoking gas on the backleaf
If he play to try me then
I smack em
And send his as home
I put lil bro in the front of the field
Tell em dot me if somebody play wit em wrong
I gotta glock wit ah foldable stick onna Kay
Don't you run now ya stupid ass gone

Uh I got the boom it's hot like it's June
That white T you wearing we turn it maroon
We leaving him sick if he think he Immune
Man these niggas peons I swear they some coons
We spinning his block we don't shoot in the day
we not waiting till night we shoot in the Afternoon
Put that k to his face man I thought we was hard
now we got him singing like he Austin moon
I'm up in the stu bitch I'm making these tunes
We slid at the funereal we saw balloons
We let off them shots all you gone hear is boom
We shoot out the roof we don't shoot out the room
Put him in the trash like his ass a raccoon
And no I'm not Carti but I'm in Cancun
We put his ass up on that shirt he a drawing
We turned that fuck nigga into a cartoon
This hoe won't get off me I swear she a leach
She got a nigga I swear she a Treash
She fucking with Ty cause her boyfriend deceased
If we on the block then the score gone increase
Ian Talking bout recies but I keep a piece
Man that bitch not fat man that bitch is obese
I fuck her then I give her back to the streets
That bitch got a mouth man I like her techniques
And shoutout to Astro for making the beat
30k on the streams nigga go check the sheet
Man I got some shit that I gotta release (4 Headed Dog)
Exchanging my hoe cause I kept the receipt
That bitch she a dog she keep begging for treats
I'm painting her face and I'm painting it neat
Keep that shit on the low man keep that shit discreet
And I'm not in Miami but I got my heat
On Gang