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lirik lagu fuck the opp’s – nas blixky

[intro: nas blixky]
woo, boy i beep a d*mn bl!cky
boy these n*ggas running ricky, (axl)
free breezy, free skrell paid, rich forever
racks, racks, racks
(blixky da blixky da blixky da blixky)
woo, racks, racks, racks

[verse 1: nas blixky]
ridin on opps n*gga, i do this for my n*ggas down in the ground n*gga
when you off him, make sure it’s a peter roll
we gon pour up some henny and beat a roll
no love for an enemy, we gon cook it like chefs plus we got a couple of recipes
flock out the pole if these n*ggas ain’t talking right, catch a body we taking flight
cj he uppin the rugers, we dustin them n*ggas, i stay with them shooters
ke blixky he down for the action, these n*ggas ain’t with it, they lie what they rappin’
if we spot him the guns get to clappin, with this .40 gon burn him to ashes
take his chain vvs livin lavish, let you know that the folks leave emtragic
shots to his body no bartender, drivin we shoot out of benz sprinter
n*ggas is food like its lunch n*gga, n*ggas is food like its lunch n*gga
tell my blixkys “go shoot at the tint too” see and aim the doors with the tints too
bullets gon f*ck up his dental, clap the n*gga if you think he his mans too
[chorus: nas blixky]
spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
twirling the floss if they wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he m8v3n
hop out suburbans, in seconds we purging two rugers, xd in the 5th car
still bending through linden plaza, we scorching on wortman if that n*gga big opps
shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on swish gang
p*ssy n*ggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these n*ggas, the spliff stink (x2)

[verse 2: envy caine]
lurking through linden, bend wortman and sutter gardens kings, spin through the nine too
f*ck the 1090, realryte, if he floss, or 100clocc, n*gga i’m die woo
anybody who grinding and shining we takin ya breesh and send b*tches to line you
send the addy, locations, we parked in the whip keep playing, my n*ggas will come find you
shyste, or speedy, lah milly or kapo, fat boy mula, or lil d
glizzy came with a stick if it’s lit cause foenem be chooing and twirling as they should be
sharing one gun in your videos all y’all ‘kirk n*ggas is living on cereal
f*ck the crippies, on god like y’all never did nothing, suck d*ck that’s the end of discussion
tec got a big clip, lotta opps died can’t fix sh*t
spinning punchin it’s a lit six it been quiet for that swish sh*t
dropping rakes but your homie just got hit, jacking gdk you can die quick
in the trap with the keys like a locksmith, hop out flockin i’m still on that hot sh*t

[chorus: nas blixky]
spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
twirling the floss if they wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he m8v3n
hop out suburbans, in seconds we purging two rugers, xd in the 5th car
still bending through linden plaza, we scorching on wortman if that n*gga big opps
shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on swish gang
p*ssy n*ggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these n*ggas, the spliff stink (x2)
[outro: envy caine, skrell paid (“collecting” snippet)]
…10 pints of hi*tech, bottles sold
if he dry snitching then he kind of told
once you break the code then you gotta go
the phone ringing like a hotline
better get a gun cause i got mine
sneak dissin cuz i got clout
if we’re steady twirling, better watch out
i get so high got my ears popping
that sour so funky, we ziplock in
two b*tches off pills and they lip*lockin
don’t f*ck with no haters or d*ckriders
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
i get so high got my ears popping
that sour so funky, we ziplock in
two b*tches off pills and they lip*lockin
don’t f*ck with no haters or d*ckriders
collecting my money (yo free my son skrell)
and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
(i live the life of a floxkstar
all of my n*ggas drop rockstars
come down my block and get knocked off
i call your treesh she get popped off
got n*ggas that’s catching them bodies
and n*ggas that’s getting them rocks off
the d’s in my hood every night cuz my hittas is reckless
they lettin them shots off
twirlin and spicin we not soft
me and coka jigga in a drop porsche
pull up in that whip and get flocked on…)

- nas blixky

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