paroles de chanson Fuck the Opps - Cuban Doll

Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, nigga I'm eating steak
All you hoes snakes in the grass, I gotta cut my shit
You was riding with me on the bus, now you talking shit
Never been a lame, that's on my momma, yeah they know my lane
Taylor Blood way before a Cuban yeah I been the same
That's when I was beating little bitches, Now I'm getting dough
Yeah, so this tec gotta greet you hoe
Only see me out if I'm getting paid for a show
Bands in my pocket not on my head cuz you hoes broke
Bitches wanna fight ain't got no life get yo mind right
Bitch get out yo feelings talking hard like a fucking dyke
Man this shit so easy, I be doin it in while I'm sleepy
Poppin pills getting geeky
Never been a sellout, get to shooting go to bailout
40 with the dick so you know my shit standout
Bad yellow bitch, I ain't ever got no handouts
Say they on my head they ain't drop shit
Ratchet ass weave that's a mopstick
Have my niggas at yo crib on some hot shit
Steady screaming fuck the opps bitch
Fuck a odd bitch, you a broke bitch, you aint got shit
You aint doin shit, you aint hitting licks, you aint getting rich
You a sad bitch, On the gram you a mad bitch
If I see you, you a target
You and that retarded bitch, I'll spit on you with them dirty shoes
Yeah bitch yo nigga always fucking chose
I be with killas, they aint got shit to lose
Fake ass rapping bitch, you be buying views
Slide down with them poles, have you on the news
Playing crazy, playing roles, have you on the news
Heard you telling on yo niggas while they wearing blue's
Never told on a soul, I been counting blue's
Say they on my head they ain't drop shit
Ratchet ass weave that's a mopstick
Have my niggas at yo crib on some hot shit
Steady screaming fuck the opps bitch