[Lyric] We The Opps (Spinabenz & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)

Whop
Fuck the opps man I don’t know what you niggas talkin bout man
Niggas just be rapping you hear me (Jumpout gang)
Livin this shit forreal man
Big B shit (KuKu Gang)
Spinz
Fuck the opps nigga
Shug Nation
A-Team Shit (On gang)
Aight, Go

[Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Niggas speaking on Bink but let’s speak facts
I ain’t seen a nigga out since Bibby got smacked
He was talking about Shug now his ass a pack
We still on the same block get your lick back
I was in the county, Foolio came in
Stay strapped, beat his ass, then he checked in
Nigga popped your momma how you ain’t spin?
I be all in your hood, bitch you ain’t in
Spinz put a pole on you, you an ashtray
Quise roll up that dope, this that KTA
We was all at your reunion, all in your face
Trey D tried that shit, got his ass faced
Felix ain’t smoking Shug, boy that nigga ain’t
Ain’t got my gun, ima beat your ass, on Nate
You a G, I just turned a nigga to a jake
All that clicking up with opps, man thesе niggas gay
We Jumpout Gang, KuKu Gang
Lil bronem drilling shit
Tell Lil Crack stay out thе block fore he keep getting hit
And Foolio he know who shot him, and still ain’t do shit
Nigga tried to shoot me and hit a jit, boy you been a bitch
Free Lil Man till they send that shit back
Fuck the Twins ima give they ass twin caskets
It ain’t Sunday, but you gone see a pastor
Fye the Teek up, cause that Bibs burn faster
I’m really in the streets bitch, I ain’t just rapping
I don’t listen to the opps cause these niggas capping
Rest up Nate, Bitch we ain’t ducking no action
Rest up Shug, Bitch we ain’t ducking no action
[Spinabenz:]
Fuck Teki, Fuck Rick, Fuck FeFe
Face shot touchdown, that’s a TD
Nigga Charles act gangsta, he acka got a clip for his ass, make him see shit in 3D
Bink gang, Shug Nation, thats big b’s
Trey D got smoked, he was out east
D-Rose robbed Foolio, make him sit crisscrossed like the fuck nigga live in a teepee
Niggas sweet need milk, teechi
Lil Henry probably sit when he pee pee
Lil Cobe a bitch and he pussy and he’ll probably go run when a fuck nigga see me
Drop .223s in a fuck nigga whip, it was me and Greenlight, Lil Leeke
Caught Tray Boy lacking by the store, had a tag on his head trying to cash out the receipt
Gang shit, they know that we swang shit
I’m swanging the mop but I ain’t doing cleaning, I’m leaving the stains bitch
Nuski and Bibs the same bitch (They dead)
Tryna be problem kids
Mookie you know where to find me at
I'll try send you where Osama at
Better calm it man, you wanna die like Osama did?
Thinking you living like something you not now your chest full of iron like Charles ass
Put him to sleep like he popping xans
Brains splatter cause he running in place and I’m standing in front of him popping him
Look like I’m doing the mopping dance