• Title:Opp Pack
  • Artist:42 Dugg;Nardo Wick
  • Album:Free Dem Boyz (Deluxe)
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  • Languages:en
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    作词 : Dion Hayes/Elijah Ohiri/Gregory Sanders Jr.
    作曲 : Dion Hayes/Elijah Ohiri/Gregory Sanders Jr.
    [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
    What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
    How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?
    [Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
    What's 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
    I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire
    Back to back, me and money wired
    Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass)
    Same freak on a flyer
    Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
    Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
    Still supplyin', I'm 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, where'd it be?
    Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
    [Bridge: Nardo Wick & 42 Dugg]
    Ever run into it, I'ma 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, I'm gon' step (I'm 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, it's a jumbo
    Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door
    Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack
    I don't 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)