"Death To The Opposite" lyrics
(Red, this ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
Nah, Red, this shit bumpin' like a motherfucker
Lot of niggas fucked up in this jawn
These hoes munch shit, drippin' everywhere
Hey
Ooh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
What? Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, huh
Nah, for shit sure, can keep this shit all just like this here
I love when the sauce drippin'
Yeah
Freak bitch, she want me to hit from the back, in the trap, count up them racks
And you know I drip sauce and a nigga stay splash
And you know if you try me, I'm gon' lay ya flat, leave a nigga ass gone
Pints of the Act', in the club off the drank, been turned to the max
See, you know that I'm ballin', no need for the stacks
See, one thing about Sosa, don't hang with the rats or the snakes, leave 'em dead
And this beat is provided by Red
Gangster nigga, stand on what I said
If he try me, it's off with his head
Please don't push me, I'm close to the edge
I'm whippin' the Maybach, I stood on the pegs
Came from crumbs, got loafs of the bread
Got a drum, get filled up with lead
It hold more than a thirty
Cover my plan, then I do you dirty, I diamond my teeth, no pearly
Can't hang with the nigga 'cause he actin' nervous
When I'm down in New York, a nigga get sturdy
Gotta get to the money and that shit is urgent
Got some shit on my hip for niggas that's lurkin'
Dealin' with the feds, this shit got me nervous
Still, I'm quick to wrap a nigga like a turban, I gotta get more
Gave him twenty, I'm tellin', "Free Blow"
Chokeslam a nigga, Big Show
Too cold, might need a coat
I'm a boss, don't run to the store
They copy the drip, these boys takin' notes
Fuck nigga free just like Glo
Way I'm ballin', might turn to a pro
Blood like Suge, but this ain't Death Row
Ayy, you know we poppin' it, uh, uh (You know we poppin' it, uh)
And once the drip start, then, my nigga, you know ain't stoppin' it, uh, uh (Drip, hey)
I got them youngins and they shootin' shots, but never slapped a bitch, uh, uh (Pew, pew, brr, ooh)
Talkin' money, want lot of it, uh, uh (Gang)
And it's death to the opposite, uh, uh (Death to the opposite)
Hey, ooh
Ayy, you know we poppin' it, uh, uh (You know we poppin' it, uh)
And once the drip start, then, my nigga, you know ain't stoppin' it, uh, uh (Drip, hey)
I got them youngins and they shootin' shots, but never slapped a bitch, uh, uh (Pew, pew, brr, ooh)
Talkin' money, want lot of it, uh, uh (Gang)
And it's death to the opposite, uh, uh (Death to the opposite)
Hey, ooh (Hey)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
Nah, Red, this shit bumpin' like a motherfucker
Lot of niggas fucked up in this jawn
These hoes munch shit, drippin' everywhere
Hey
Ooh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
What? Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, huh
Nah, for shit sure, can keep this shit all just like this here
I love when the sauce drippin'
Yeah
Freak bitch, she want me to hit from the back, in the trap, count up them racks
And you know I drip sauce and a nigga stay splash
And you know if you try me, I'm gon' lay ya flat, leave a nigga ass gone
Pints of the Act', in the club off the drank, been turned to the max
See, you know that I'm ballin', no need for the stacks
See, one thing about Sosa, don't hang with the rats or the snakes, leave 'em dead
And this beat is provided by Red
Gangster nigga, stand on what I said
If he try me, it's off with his head
Please don't push me, I'm close to the edge
I'm whippin' the Maybach, I stood on the pegs
Came from crumbs, got loafs of the bread
Got a drum, get filled up with lead
It hold more than a thirty
Cover my plan, then I do you dirty, I diamond my teeth, no pearly
Can't hang with the nigga 'cause he actin' nervous
When I'm down in New York, a nigga get sturdy
Gotta get to the money and that shit is urgent
Got some shit on my hip for niggas that's lurkin'
Dealin' with the feds, this shit got me nervous
Still, I'm quick to wrap a nigga like a turban, I gotta get more
Gave him twenty, I'm tellin', "Free Blow"
Chokeslam a nigga, Big Show
Too cold, might need a coat
I'm a boss, don't run to the store
They copy the drip, these boys takin' notes
Fuck nigga free just like Glo
Way I'm ballin', might turn to a pro
Blood like Suge, but this ain't Death Row
Ayy, you know we poppin' it, uh, uh (You know we poppin' it, uh)
And once the drip start, then, my nigga, you know ain't stoppin' it, uh, uh (Drip, hey)
I got them youngins and they shootin' shots, but never slapped a bitch, uh, uh (Pew, pew, brr, ooh)
Talkin' money, want lot of it, uh, uh (Gang)
And it's death to the opposite, uh, uh (Death to the opposite)
Hey, ooh
Ayy, you know we poppin' it, uh, uh (You know we poppin' it, uh)
And once the drip start, then, my nigga, you know ain't stoppin' it, uh, uh (Drip, hey)
I got them youngins and they shootin' shots, but never slapped a bitch, uh, uh (Pew, pew, brr, ooh)
Talkin' money, want lot of it, uh, uh (Gang)
And it's death to the opposite, uh, uh (Death to the opposite)
Hey, ooh (Hey)
