"Opponent" lyrics
(Grrah) Like, what? Huh? (Die O)
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Even my grandma know that
(Like, what?) Aye, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck
We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck
Like, it's no way tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
Like, it's no way tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
It's the life that I'm livin', I'm always on go, like
And they know I'ma throw, like
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat
Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat, like
21st-century schizoid man
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck
We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck
And he know he my buzzin and I love him to death, but
I just don't give a fuck
B Lovee on the set, man that boy better duck
Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, hit 'em up, like
Cause they know what we do, like
How many opps got put on the news?
Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like
And they know that we different
Free TDot, almost done with his sentence (Like)
And I'm still in the trenches
Free all my demons locked down in them cells
I'm still here, nigga
Yo its that DThang, nigga
Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em ya heard?
21st-century schizoid man
R.I.P. Woo
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Even my grandma know that
(Like, what?) Aye, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck
We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck
Like, it's no way tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
Like, it's no way tryna shoot up the Rey
Tryna blitz both ways, like, like
And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like
It's the life that I'm livin', I'm always on go, like
And they know I'ma throw, like
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat
Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat, like
21st-century schizoid man
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck
We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck
And he know he my buzzin and I love him to death, but
I just don't give a fuck
B Lovee on the set, man that boy better duck
Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, hit 'em up, like
Cause they know what we do, like
How many opps got put on the news?
Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like
And they know that we different
Free TDot, almost done with his sentence (Like)
And I'm still in the trenches
Free all my demons locked down in them cells
I'm still here, nigga
Yo its that DThang, nigga
Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em ya heard?
21st-century schizoid man
R.I.P. Woo
Writer(s): Daniel Collins
