Play Da Opps

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
(It's-It's-It's with a K, dumbass)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
I don't even argue with my bitch, I can't really say a lot
Make one call to my lil' nigga, spray the block
Brodie caught a nigga lackin', he gon' make me take a shot
My dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot
Nigga callin', talkin' 'bout a truce, meet the Glock
Seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown
Should've left his dumb ass right where I found him
Bet his ass ain't know that I be around his parts
You playin' the wrong game, lil' nigga, restart it
Never see you again, get your ass departed
You out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target
I lived in my hood, I could never go to Carmen

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Manners when you stack, I got an onion on me
This bitch'll last an hour, got a hundred on it
I'll outrap these rap niggas, put some money on it
We finna roll on these niggas like a rollie-pollie
Glock'll put a hole in a nigga, holy moly
Been ballin' on these niggas like the old Ginóbili
Beat a nigga ass in front his family, make 'em call the police (KrispyLife)
Call me big bro and you barely know me

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I done been done came in the club fifty deep
Nigga, that's the wrong way, he get put to sleep
I need eighty grams, or you can say fuck a feat'
We act wild, get you kicked by fifty Beecher feet
Don't be worried 'bout my bag, this ain't your cup of tea
I ain't never sold no dog, I boomed out the P
Get a nigga zipped up for a 'bow of weed
First gun I ever had was a Smitty
I love a freaky bitch, go'n pop a titty
I just got some Percs, go'n pop 'em with me
My nigga a road runner, yeah, he too shifty
If a nigga got a problem, we ain't come up missing

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know niggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)