paroles de chanson Opponent - Baby dthang

RPT! Four shot, four shot
Like! Huh?
Ayo, free my hearts
Ayo, free my rich niggas, free my tight niggas, nigga
Like, what? Huh?
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Even my grandma know that
(Like, what?)
Aye, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y

They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O, let him think he gon' fuck
We gon' creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck

Like, it's no way, tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like (what, like huhn?)
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
Like, it's no way tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
It's the life that I'm livin', I'm always on go, like
And they know I'ma throw, like

Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the popo
That M by my dolo, they know I'm a goat
Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the popo
That M by my dolo, they know I'm a GOAT, like
(Gang, gang, gang)

They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O, let him think he gon' fuck
We gon' creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck

And he know he my buzzin and I love him to death, but
I just don't give a fuck
B-Lovee on the set, man that boy better duck
Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up, like

'Cause they know what we do, like
How many opps got put on the news?
Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like

And they know that we different
Free T Dot, almost done with his sentence (like)
And I'm still in the trenches
Free all my demons locked down in them cells

I'm still here, nigga
Yo! It's that Dthang, nigga
Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em, you heard?
R.I.P. Woo