OPP PACK(s) Fitted Caps

i gotta cover my shit to the top If they drop a diss, I get on ass, come through, I'm swingin' chop Party on the block, call all the freak hoes we got on the rocks (We got on the rocks) He had tripped and fell, stand over him, put shells all in his top I'm gon' up this switch and blow this dick, I'm not gon' fuckin' box Eat dick with no hands, she come in clutch, yeah, this my favorite thot Booked me for a strap, in clark county two months, fuck the cops (Fuck the cops) Drive all on the curb, a high-speed chase, free Shaq, I can't get boxed We don't play with ghosts, is you stupid? All we got is Glocks (Got is Glocks) Shots all in his face, he DOA, we put his ass on Fox ( Let off shots, ain't done, we spin the block, that's how we do the opps (Come here, come here) Trappin' hard, I feel just like my pops, the fiends tryna get off rocks In my bag, all my bitches candy thick and they all bad (They all bad) Tried to steal a Kia, they caught his ass, that boy had went out sad (Come here, where you goin'?) SRTs and Tracks right off the Pad, yeah, we be ridin' fast Lil' bro hit the gas, we on the freeway, pray we do not crash I'll catch him, bounce out on they block with button up on me His ass scary, he don't come outside, so we plot on his homie Fry shit like bacon, jump out the car and chase him, turn him to bologna Be with the opps, I cannot trust a bitch, I know she tryna door me Hit they block, ARPs and Glocks if them boys drop a diss Disrespectful, slide to the opp's grave and I might take a piss