Dthang - Many Opps Lyrics

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Many Opps Lyrics Dthang

[Intro]

Ayo, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y (Gang, gang, gang)

Still feelin' like 50, nigga

Might not never, nigga (Free Pdot, free Edai, free Stunna, you heard?)

Ayo, free B-Lane, you heard? (Free the guys, you heard? Stunna, don't geek)

It's get rich or die tryin', like (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')

We tuckin' them scalpels, like (Like what? Like, word)

[Chorus]

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like

If we see the opps, we start firin', like

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (Grrah, grrah, boom)

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like (Grrt)

If we see the opps, we start firin', like (RPT)

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')

It's like, none of my opps ain't score (At all, at all)

When we spin, I ain't passing the ball (Gang, gang, gang)

Like, I'ma keep shooting 'til he fall (Like what? Like what? Huh?)

They don't know that they started a war (Like, get that nigga)

And they say that they lookin' for me, like what? (Like how?)

I'm still right on that block by the store

And they say that they looking for me, like huh?

I'm still right on that block by the store

Free the gang, they be [?] to the [?], like (Free the guys)

We can't love on no smoochie, like (At all)

I got the nines, Stacks got the deuce (Grrt)

We just gon' make us a movie, like (RPT)

And all of y'all bitches be wack (Like what?)

Like, go line up a opp or somethin'

They like, "DThang, relax," so we up to somethin' (Like huh?)

It's still fuck all the opps, nigga, up or somethin' (Gang, gang, gang)

I can't wait 'til I catch me a— shh (Suck my dick)

I ain't gon say too much

I'm just slidin' on niggas broad day and stuff

They know RPT niggas dangerous (RPT)

I don't know why these niggas be playing with us (Like what?)

I think all my opps smokin' angel's dust

I ain't going nowhere without gang and them

[Chorus]

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like

If we see the opps, we start firin', like

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (Grrah, grrah, boom)

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like (Grrt)

If we see the opps, we start firin', like (RPT)

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')

[Verse 2]

I'm RPT, I fell in love with the boomin', like (RPT)

(EBK, start shootin', like)

She scream, "RPT," she in love with the movement, like (Like what?)

But we could get locked up, like (At all)

('Cause we got the knockers, and)

(We tote Berettas, like, none of these niggas ahead of us)

(We got)

We got many opps (Like)

We got many chops (Grrah, grrah, boom)

We spinned plenty blocks (Like what?)

We sent plenty shots (Like, like)

We got many opps (Like)

We got many chops (Like what?)

We spinned plenty blocks

We sent plenty shots, like (Like)

We got many opps (Like)

We got many chops (Gang, gang, gang)

We spinned plenty blocks (Like what?)

We sent plenty shots, like (Grrah, grrah, boom)

We got many opps (Like what?)

We got many chops (Gang, gang, gang)

We spinned plenty blocks (Skrrt, boom)

We sent plenty shots, like (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like

If we see the opps, we start firin', like

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (Grrah, grrah, boom)

I'm still feelin' like 50, nigga (Like what?)

It's get rich or die tryin', like (Grrt)

If we see the opps, we start firin', like (RPT)

We get low, and we hear the sirens, like (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')

[Outro]

Ayo, its that DThang nigga

Make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you Heard?

R.I.P Woo

LLB For Life

Yo, it's that Tmac nigga, all Os shot, you heard?

You know the vibes [?] to my dick, you heard? Heavy on it, like, hahahaha

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