smoking all my opps they done how many bullets it take just one nigga the opps my son I do this shit for fun but I still got my gun I'm a real Gangster you niggas always cap you don't even know how to make a rap thats some facts smoking my deads your man's almost lost his head you say we ain't slide til we run up pop the opps up to the sky fly high sike I lied nigga talking shit get one between the eyes shoot at you and your man's blood got stabbed in his sides his homie shot in his thighs when we up the glock none of them niggas survive his cousin got shot he went blind the ambulance pull up to late he wasn't alive no matter how hard they run and dive the bullets still gone be live all my opps gone news blowing up my phone