dcg brothers – old opps Lyrics
Artist: dcg brothers
Song: old opps
(spank on the beat)
I’m still fresh out the audi, yeah
We still tryna catch bodies
Y’all see shootin’ is one of my hobbies
His big og got turned to exotic, uh
I want a baby like sada, uh
She want a foreign like favi’
Yeah, i spent dope money on prada
And i cashed that ten k up in my za’s
See, i was this close to catchin’ a body
I want it asap, feel like rocky
Lil’ nitti died and that sh~t shocked me
They payin’ bread ’cause they can’t pop me
Book me a flight, b~tch, i’m goin’ to wafi
Hit his up and now he coughin’
B~tch, i got shooters so ain’t no talkin’
Bent out the whip and you better honk me
We still on hot sh~t, ridin’ whips, uh
I know that you don’t got a tint (let’s go)
He lucky he still with that b~tch
He know who he is, i’m givin’ out hints
Let’s knock on the door, i’ma show you some sh~t
I’m hot, you know i’ll blow in this b~tch
Don’t care ’bout your name, i’ll throw out this b~tch
Yeah, lil’ tutu coped and sh~t
Since we naming opps, i got me a list
When [?][0:48] died, i know they was p~ssed
Don’t care who it is, we shoot up the whip
I know the black truck and who up in this
Say he in a ride and he with his b~tch
I told that b~tch that we don’t miss
We hop out blastin’, blow in this b~tch
Just ask veeno how this sh~t get
He know it get wild when we in the trenches
He ain’t die ’cause he kinda listen
I still wanna slide, that sh~t be tempting
We still locked in, i be in the trenches, uh
I buy guns for christmas, yeah
I’m still sendin’ money to prisons (let’s go)
I brought thirty k to the hood to put it on n~ggas, so don’t be a victim
B~tch, i spent twenty k on my pendant
One opp died ’cause he didn’t listen
Don’t go to popeyes to eat that chicken
His #ss died ’cause he got biscuits
Yo daughter keep talkin’, that b~tch’ll be missin’
I made it spark, it feel like christmas
He been a target, he don’t get it
Since he want a cap to touch his fitted, uh
Pop out of cuts, remember
We went on a hit, so n~gga, that’s chemistry, uh
She was just sayin’ she feelin’ me
F~ck her so good, her brother my enemy
She like k!llers, she feelin’ the energy
We shootin’ so don’t catch a injury (let’s go)
I’m scoring, so n~ggas ain’t benchin’ me
We k!llin’ them n~ggas for thinkin’ they dissin’
Came back to the hood ’cause i know they miss me
We bought a drac’, that b~tch hold sixty
He tryna ride, but he ain’t wit’ me
I know i’m good with bino wit’ me
How you gon’ beg, ain’t give me a penny?
I drop the top when it get windy
I lost control like my name missy
And i’m too raw for this sh~t really
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Release Year: 2021