"Opp Flow 2" lyrics

We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (Thanks, Yakree)
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, we want all the smoke

Ayy, what body you caught? I'll be a damn fool if I go off your word
Niggas ain't built like that, it's a image for bitches, you can tell he ain't put in no work
Let a nigga touch one of mine, bet his mama gon' cry, put his face on a brand-new shirt
All-black mask with a all-black Drac', make a opp take a ride in a all-black hearse
I don't really like these niggas that much, only rock with a few, shit, that's 'bout it
Ain't no bitch 'round me, if it is, take him out and straight up fuck that jit
I don't respect no nigga that ain't come direct, lil' brother, that's a trait of a bitch
Thirty my clip, Glock sittin' to the left of my hip with a bad, rad bitch on my dick
Started off broke, I was in the trap, lil' nigga, but I said I wanna rap, lil' nigga
Boy, you a ho, run up, get clapped, lil' nigga, knock a nigga off the map, lil' nigga
Spin on my bro, I don't got raps for a nigga, I'ma straight up clap me a nigga
I'm on go, I'm gon' wrap me a nigga and that's no bap, lil' nigga
Really ran down on shit, on the guys that's bro, he done see me bang that stick
I ain't tryna flex that much, I'ma drop me a chain and stack this shit, that's it
Niggas too tender, all the too-tough-ass niggas be the ones get set by a bitch
Money my dinner, bitch-ass nigga wanna diss, 100k all cash this winter
Niggas get shot in they face, try to catch them a case, you lack, get put in a blender
Shakin' that ass, you gay, I don't care what they say, you ain't shit but a sweet-ass nigga
I don't even want no Scat, I'ma crash out, nigga, my opp block, bitch, I bend 'em
Bitch, ain't nobody safe, make everybody pay, load the switch, bro let's go get 'em
Uh-huh, nigga, better keep your pistol, bang everything if it ain't my niggas
Take a nigga brain, then I praise my killer, bag for a body, want cash, go get him
We gon' put 'em all up, like fuck this rap, I'll smoke me a nigga
Bitch, pick your dog up (Fah, fah, fah), let the Draco' hit him
Better think wise if you playin' with me, boy, we takin' lives and we playin' for keeps
Banging four-five, know its poppin' with me, playin' both sides, leave you dead in the street
We want all the smoke, twin came through with a .223
7.62 can't fit in my Trues, get put on the news for playing with me (Yeah)

We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah, yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)