Текст песни Fuck the Opps - Cuban Doll

Grrah
Gangsta
Say it, say it, fully loaded chopper, nigga, I mean it
Stay, all you ho snake in the grass, we got to cut my shit
You was riding with me on the bus, now you talking shit
Never been a lame, that's on my mama, yeah, they know my name
Playa a Blood way before a Cuban, y'all been the same
That's when I was beating little bitches, now I'm getting dough
Yeah, so this tag gotta greet you, ho
Only see me out if I'm getting paid for a show
Bands in my pocket, not on my head 'cause you hoes broke
Bitches wanna fight, ain't got no life, get your mind right
Bitch, get out your feelings, talking hard like a fucking dyke
Man, this shit so easy, I be doing it while I'm sleeping
Popping pills, getting geeky
Never been to cell, I get to shoot like go to Bel-Air
40 With the dick, so you know my shit stand out
Bad yellow bitch, I ain't never got no handouts
Hell nah
Hey
Said they on my head, they ain't drop shit
Shit
Ratchet-ass weave, that's a mopstick
Mopstick
Have my nigga at your crib on some hot shit
Hot shit
Steady screaming, "Fuck the opps, bitch." Fuck the opps, bitch
You a broke bitch, you ain't got shit, you ain't doing shit
You ain't hitting licks, you ain't 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, your nigga always fucking choose
I be with killers, they ain't 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 your niggas, why they wearing blues?
Never told on a soul, I've been counting blues
Said they on my head, they ain't drop shit
Shit
Ratchet-ass weave, that's a mopstick
Mopstick
Have my nigga at your crib on some hot shit
Hot shit
Steady screaming, "Fuck the opps, bitch." Fuck the opps, bitch