42 Dugg – Opp Pack

42 Dugg – Opp Pack Lyrics

Artist: 42 Dugg
Song: Opp Pack

(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherf#ckin’ boys, b#tch

Warning, b#tch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a b#tch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis

Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), n#gg#s’ hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his #ss 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? n#gg#, how?

What’s that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that b#tch sh#t down
Turntest n#gg# in the city, he a foe

I came up off pills, b#tch and reds, meds, leads
These n#gg#s in the city all hoes (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 sh#t down ’til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain’t the turntest, b#tches 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
b#tch, we is never equals (At all)

f#ck a n#gg# hatin’ on me
And f#ck a n#gg# hatin’ on RIC, still yellin’ “Free Skeet”
Doggy bone, b#tch, where’d it be?
Warning, b#tch, I made a million on the corner

n#gg#s pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a b#tch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), n#gg#s’ hoes, bro, I swear to God

If he a five, cook his #ss 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? n#gg#, how?
Ever run into it, I’ma blow his #ss down, b#tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Warnin’, yeah, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’
Warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’, warnin’
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 sh#t 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?” f#ck no (f#ck 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 #ss down)
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From the album:
Free Dem Boyz (Deluxe) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021