"Main Opps" lyrics
(feat. Mhady2hottie)
Yo, what you doin 4ddey?
We on that main block 'cause we the main opps, I'm tryna—, I'm just makin' a pit stop
I had to walk past a group of civilians, like please do not mind me, I'm just tryna get by (M Row)
Tailin' my opps in the shades and a ski mask, bro off the perky, he gettin' a heat flash
If he don't get a bucket, I promise I'll be back, where the fuck is they at? This shit gettin me mad
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
Passing' the block that I dead caught a scene at, yellow tape, caution where they had the police at (Look)
Creepin' through, you know I peep that, .30 stick, it make 'em lean back
When I back out the green beam, don't give me feedback, I done shot niggas who don't want a rematch
Like, bro, just bring the beat back, my bitch wanna cheat, aight bet, I'ma cheat back
And she got mad, she saw me on the Tea app, text, paragraphs, don't wanna read that (Look)
Still in the field with it, goin' through pain, gotta deal with it
Like, trick shot with the G, I got skill with it, he tried to push up on me, he gon' feel different
I seen a grown man die by a lil nigga, old heads get—, I don't care, niggas killin' 'em
Oh; that's your man's? Oh you feelin' him? If he don't got a hit or a B, I won't chill with 'em (Gangsta)
Aight bet, change the word up, every block we done flamed on really got burned up
Shh got shot, had to pull his shirt up, blood on the floor, he was layin' there, curled up
One knocks, we had to turn up, 187, goin' for the murder
Don't bring up niggas that I never heard of, I make a wish, you go poof, Timmy Turner
Bought a gun out in public, I'm spinnin' through housin', nigga, I was just over here browsin'
Shh got shot on his block, he was slouchin', on the floor, he was bitching and shoutin'
First drill, I was real low, crouchin', ready to make an announcement
After my fifth hit, I stopped countin', I lost count, don't know what the amount is
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
First drill, I was real low, crouchin', ready to make an announcement
We on that main block 'cause we the main opps, I'm tryna—, I'm just makin' a pit stop
I had to walk past a group of civilians, like please do not mind me, I'm just tryna get by (M Row)
Tailin' my opps in the shades and a ski mask, bro off the perky, he gettin' a heat flash
If he don't get a bucket, I promise I'll be back, where the fuck is they at? This shit gettin me mad
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
Passin' the block that I dead caught a scene at, yellow tape, caution where they had the police at
I don't care if you a bitch, you get beat with the knock, if you hang with them niggas, I don't care, you get flocked, too (Like)
Bitch, spinnin' blocks on the Mongoose , Mhaddy and Mike on the bike, I'ma flock you, like
Bang, yeah, niggas shot you, clank, you hear the Glock boom
Oh, you the line? Aight bet, I'ma try you, pop out the cut, then I gotta remind you
Like, bro, who that behind you? Bang, I think that he tried to line you
Light on the gun, I had to blind you, shot from his chest, and it went to his spine, too
Just got the drop, so I'm 'bout to go slide through, bro, do your thing, I ain't never gon' stop—
Open the door 'fore I flock it, I'm endin' it here, bro, turn down the volume
We on that main block 'cause we the main opps, I'm tryna—, I'm just makin' a pit stop
I had to walk past a group of civilians, like please do not mind me, I'm just tryna get by (M Row)
Tailin' my opps in the shades and a ski mask, bro off the perky, he gettin' a heat flash
If he don't get a bucket, I promise I'll be back, where the fuck is they at? This shit gettin me mad
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
Passing' the block that I dead caught a scene at, yellow tape, caution where they had the police at (Look)
Creepin' through, you know I peep that, .30 stick, it make 'em lean back
When I back out the green beam, don't give me feedback, I done shot niggas who don't want a rematch
Like, bro, just bring the beat back, my bitch wanna cheat, aight bet, I'ma cheat back
And she got mad, she saw me on the Tea app, text, paragraphs, don't wanna read that (Look)
Still in the field with it, goin' through pain, gotta deal with it
Like, trick shot with the G, I got skill with it, he tried to push up on me, he gon' feel different
I seen a grown man die by a lil nigga, old heads get—, I don't care, niggas killin' 'em
Oh; that's your man's? Oh you feelin' him? If he don't got a hit or a B, I won't chill with 'em (Gangsta)
Aight bet, change the word up, every block we done flamed on really got burned up
Shh got shot, had to pull his shirt up, blood on the floor, he was layin' there, curled up
One knocks, we had to turn up, 187, goin' for the murder
Don't bring up niggas that I never heard of, I make a wish, you go poof, Timmy Turner
Bought a gun out in public, I'm spinnin' through housin', nigga, I was just over here browsin'
Shh got shot on his block, he was slouchin', on the floor, he was bitching and shoutin'
First drill, I was real low, crouchin', ready to make an announcement
After my fifth hit, I stopped countin', I lost count, don't know what the amount is
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
First drill, I was real low, crouchin', ready to make an announcement
We on that main block 'cause we the main opps, I'm tryna—, I'm just makin' a pit stop
I had to walk past a group of civilians, like please do not mind me, I'm just tryna get by (M Row)
Tailin' my opps in the shades and a ski mask, bro off the perky, he gettin' a heat flash
If he don't get a bucket, I promise I'll be back, where the fuck is they at? This shit gettin me mad
I could name like nine to eleven chops we had, every gun that we lost is another that we add
Passin' the block that I dead caught a scene at, yellow tape, caution where they had the police at
I don't care if you a bitch, you get beat with the knock, if you hang with them niggas, I don't care, you get flocked, too (Like)
Bitch, spinnin' blocks on the Mongoose , Mhaddy and Mike on the bike, I'ma flock you, like
Bang, yeah, niggas shot you, clank, you hear the Glock boom
Oh, you the line? Aight bet, I'ma try you, pop out the cut, then I gotta remind you
Like, bro, who that behind you? Bang, I think that he tried to line you
Light on the gun, I had to blind you, shot from his chest, and it went to his spine, too
Just got the drop, so I'm 'bout to go slide through, bro, do your thing, I ain't never gon' stop—
Open the door 'fore I flock it, I'm endin' it here, bro, turn down the volume
