Infa_Red_Dot - New Opp (feat. Javi Balla) Lyrics

Ay, J-One, that's Flames, my guy
Ghost Gang
Grr, grr, grr
Slim did the race, he ain't pay what he weigh

Ace got a pass cause I think he was laced
And he not a factor, mostly be actors
You feelin' like Luke, but where's your blaster
Paintin' a picture like I'ma draw faster

B.J. go out when the son be a bastard
Banjo kev , goin' out bad
Don't talk about flash cause I already clapped em
We takin' a trip, don't run, don't trip

Just give me the drop, my nigga, it's lit
Cause I see a op, then they got hit
It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like
It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like

Grr, grr, grr
Won't speak on the dead cause we already napped him
This was a race and we already lapped him
Blitz from the front and the back, how we trapped him

I'ma go cool and go dumb if they lackin
Go for the green and yellow, we pack him
Grr, puttin' the cheese on his head like a packer
We takin' a trip, don't run, don't trip

Just give me the drop, my nigga, it's lit
Cause I see a op, the nigga got hit
It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like
It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like

Grr, grr, grr
Shootin' my shot, I'm feelin' like KD
White and so pearly and Perry like Katy
Stay with the deadly, on go like the Navy

And I been a op since I was a baby
It's shot or get shot, but you would not play me
Unless you the DJ, I tell him go crazy
And that nigga play me, he spin me like 80

I see a op, I'm throwin' like Brady
We takin' a trip, don't run, don't trip
Just give me the drop, my nigga, it's lit
Cause I see a op, the nigga got hit

It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like
It's shot or get shot, get hit in your shit, like
Grr, grr, grr
Like he call me lackin', but never again

Like I was on crutches, but still was on ten
They was just mad cause we spinnin' again
They was just mad cause I came with a friend
Told True to go my, he be off of the M

Wont speak on the gang cause we used to be friends
But two of them niggas, put two of them niggas, I see them again
Grr, grr, grr
Damn, I ain't duckin' no rec like

Grr, grr, grr
I ain't duckin' no rec , bitch
It's MBF to the death
Off with the cut, the boot gettin' stretched

And I ain't f*ckin' with opps, nigga, like who
Like, how you jackin' opps
Them niggas is shy
Come through the block and go build with the watch

How you f*ck with the opps
Them niggas is pop
F*ck with them niggas, them niggas is
They got left on the block, but tryna play with us

Now the cops gon' bust
Told me I'm knockin', that shit gone
Damn, and I know it's gon' bust
Where the f*ck is you playin'

Hop at the cut, lil' f*ck, is you sayin'
Like, no Boverly Springs
Like, tryna catch us on the new walk
Niggas gon' talk, but I'm bendin' that new block

Like, tryna bend with that new chop
Like, grr, grr
Ewok, like