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Conversation With the Opps
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NLE Choppa
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Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh Conversation with the opps Ayy, turn me up Tay Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry, yeah Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe We don't need a window, we hang out the roof I see my mans, I'm ready to shoot After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot We ready for violence, know we be wildin' I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin' Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence Don't care who you is, I'll kill anybody Slidin' with the gang, and I'm ready for war Soon as I see 'em I'ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score My clip hold thirty shots, but I only shot four Them hollow tips went right through that young n***a door 7.62s, lay a n***a down Free JD 'till he back on the town B*t*h I'm a dog, belong in the pound He thought we was done, let off some more rounds We really love murder, it make us happy My n***as grimy, and they get scrappy They movin' the birds, just like flappy Ready to step, it ain't no cappin' Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight (Time to slide tonight) Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry (Momma cry, yeah) Wait n***a, there go the opps Pa** me the Drac', convert on his top We ain't with the talkin', you n***as is c*cky Get burned like a Swisher, you don't give me the drop You make the wrong move, end up in the box My n***a lil' Dreek, he keep him a Glock You look at him wrong, your body gon' drop Talk on the phone, these polices watch Go ham any day when the block hot I'm a loose screw n***a, like a hotbox If you play, you gon' lay like a sandbox Real n***a from the North, you can get shot Got-got a shot, get your pop, call it dead walks Bullets burnin' through your skin, yeah, it get hot N***a play with the gang, that's a knockoff I'm insane like a n***a with a sawed-off We ready for war, we ready to step You know that I'm Crip, I bang to the left We see him in person, got cooked like a chef You know how I'm comin', bought flights to the left Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah We see him in person, got cooked like a chef You know how I'm comin', bought flights to the left Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight You know that we steppin', you know we get violent It's time to slide tonight Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight And make his momma cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
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