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[Intro: Rell Vert]
Alright, huh
Alright
Fuck the opps, free the guys (Alright)
(You aren't even a cold breeze for my man Taz)
Free the opps (Alright)
Yup, yup, yup, huh

[Verse 1: Rell Vert]
Ridin' a fast car, this a striker (Yoom)
Ridin' too fast, police can't even mike us
We spank ass, that's why they don't like us (Ooh)
Lost my bro, told foenem tighten up
We catch one opp, know we gon' strike somethin' (Brr)
Fuck first night, I ain't even got to wife nothing
Bought a new glizzy, my team re-piped up (Huh? Huh? Ayy)
We got 'bows and the opps can buy some
Rob who? Take what? They gon' die trying
Slutting these hoes? Lil' nigga, they not mine
Used to be cool with them niggas, they opps now
Ever get to play, they end up popped now
She wanna fuck 'cause she see I got guap now (Let's go)
Free all the guys that's fighting that lockdown (Huh?)
Came from the bottom, I'm tryna hit top now (I'm tryna hit top)
Score for the gang, we caught us a touchdown (Caught me a touchdown)
Get that check, that bitch gettin' bussed down (Gettin' bussed down)
Big-ass crib, can't hear 'bout funds now
Jump in that water, lil' boy getting flushed down (Yoom)
I'm with the money, I'ma run to the bucks now
Lost my bitch, I don't really give a fuck now (Fuck now)
Me and folks ran her, she is a bustdown (She is a bustdown)
Up that Drac', that boy gon' buck down
Give her a Perc and watch, she fuck now
He cuffed up and that bitch is a bustdown
Shoot like Dame, my team the Bucks now
Go to the Mil', I'm tryna get bustdown
Q50 got the wheel, SRT looked fucked now (Yoom)
Make one call, them niggas get touchdowned
Fuck them niggas, they dead, it's us now, uh (Huh? Huh?)
Ayy, fuck them niggas, they dead, it's us now
[Verse 2: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Left seven niggas dead in my city, I'm up now
I heard he went fed, how the fuck is he back out?
He got caught, he was loafin', his ass got clapped down
Now he on the band so he gotta come back out
We slidin', y'all hidin', tell them niggas to pop out (Yeah)
Big Swerv shoot and drive, you know that he rock out
The Glock loud, hot out, bust, it's a touchdown
Block be bussin', so bring the thots out
We up dogshit, bring the knots out
They say I'm drivin' too fast, lil' baby, just calm down
Keep my foot on the gas and I will not slow down
I ain't givin' no pass, he lack, we smoke him
Leal dumb-ass in a pack, we smoke him (Smoke him)
I'ma lil' too tricky, watch how you approach me (Loser)
He tried to slide, gun jammed, and they almost smoked him
Keep Micro Drac, Glock's, do not tote them
I'm fried outta space, Percs got me floatin' (Floatin')
I'ma real-deal clapper, the bitches know it
I ain't gotta say too much, everyday I show it (I show it)
Fastbreak, layup, the backdoor was open (It's open, damn)