- 42 Dugg Opp Pack 歌詞
- Nardo Wick 42 Dugg
- [Intro: 42 Dugg]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them mother****in boys, bitch
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
Whats that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin that and he aint dropped? Nigga, how?
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Whats that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe
I came up off pills, bitch and reds, meds, lеads
These niggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
Im a God, rip this whole shit down til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I aint the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it aint in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in bout three coupes
Still supplyin, Im sellin free juice
Bitch, we is never equals (At all)
**** a nigga hatin on me
And **** a nigga hatin on RIC, still yellin 'Free Skeet'
Doggy bone, bitch, whered it be ?
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
Whats that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin that and he aint dropped? Nigga, how?
[Bridge: Nardo Wick & 42 Dugg]
Ever run into it, Ima blow his ass down, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Warnin, yeah, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin
Warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin
[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
When I catch that boy, Im gon step (Im gon step)
I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps)
I built that shit by myself (Myself)
When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help
They say, 'You talk to such and such?' **** no (** ** no)
'What you gon do to such and such?' Gun blow (Pop, pop)
This AK not a mini, its a jumbo
Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door
Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack
I dont smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs
Drop that, drop that, drop that
Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his ass down)
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