Jdot Breezy Opp Flow
[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Ayy, ayy, uh
[Verse 1]
These niggas be rappin' 'bout shit they know they ain't livin', I swear I'm tired of that shit
Paintin' this image, rappin' like he really drillin', he know he ain't steppin' on shit
I play it smooth, but I say I gotta turn up, might end up clappin' a bitch
For jokin' and playin' like I'm never standin' on ten, like I ain't get active and shit
Boy, you know you a bitch
Better no come swingin' this way 'cause you'll come back from that hit
Man, niggas sad, regret like I'm gettin' your ass 'cause you mentioned bro in a diss (Sad)
So I show a nigga somethin', yeah, nigga got no money, you the one that get shorty for hits (Bitch)
Dot slangin' the Drac', them OGs be bangin' the K, play with gang and a nigga get hit
I just stuffed six grams in my Backwood (Yeah)
I just stuffed forty in my Drac' (Damn)
Ayy, niggas posted up on that block (What?)
I'ma kill six niggas if they play (On bro)
All the tweak niggas my brother gon' sweep up (Yeah)
Run a nigga down, hit him all in his face (Boom, boom)
Niggas ain't fast, thought I wasn't gon' keep up (Gang)
Run in that place (Gang), we was pullin' them Ks (Gang)
[Chorus]
We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired
Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live
Bet these niggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside
Nigga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron
[Verse 2]
Never been no ratchet, I'ma sit right in your bushes, then wait 'til you come out the door
Nigga hit that switchy, everybody try to play dead, knock buck, we gon' hit at the floor (Vfft, vfft)
I want everybody head, I know who that is in the messages, funny they think I don't know
That lil' boy a bitch, tell the whole world he cappin', he ain't never put shit on a scope
Draco flip shit like gymnastics, your bitch nasty, gang in her throat (Uh)
And my clip [?] better jacket, it's FN plastic, snuck in the show (Hat)
Long live Lee, bitch, we 'bout action, long live Ku, he was slidin' for sho' (Ku)
Don't think shit sweet because I'm rappin', I still catch that homi' for bro (Bitch)
Nigga, I don't know nothin', don't come ask me shit (Nah), I don't wanna talk about my opps (At all)
I don't know the nigga name, word in the street nigga had ran down and his ass got popped (Woah)
Word in the street them niggas had swerved on Dot, he made them crash they car
Word in the street that nigga was tweakin' on live, the next day know he got dropped
I don't care how many hats you got, nigga crazy as hell if you think I'ma duck
Get on your ass, you better not lack 'cause wherever you at, we shootin' it up
7.62 go through that brick, I'ma slide through that bitch, come f..ckin' shit up
You sendin' a diss, then we sendin' a hit, we won't text that lil' bitch, just send his ass up
[Chorus]
We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired
Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live
Bet these niggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside
Nigga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron