Dead Opps Pt. 3 Lyrics

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Selected song name: Dead Opps Pt. 3
Singer Name: G Fredo
Lyrics written by: G Fredo

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Boo boo boom boo boo boom
B*t*h get low
N***as know how we play whole lotta that 
NOB sh*t, you NOBK
You get smoked n***a
Dead opps
B*t*h with a headshot
We the real get back gang
F**k n***as talkin' 'bout?
Ayo Kal you bomin' brodie

Ayo Fredo, go ‘head n***a
Go grab the potato
Like he don’t know that I kill for the queso
So I pull up and give him a facial
He be talkin' that sh*t but that n***a a b*t*h
And we know he ain’t even like that
They be claiming we even but see me
I’m breathing that n***a can’t get his life back

Ayo Kal
I hope Jared’s killer bleeds and has a slow leak
Hit him all in his sh*t with the switches
Stand over that b*t*h ‘fore they smoke me
It’s walk down
I get the drop I'ma sit on their spot till they pop out
556's in my ARP and these green tips I got knock a cop down

Ride for the gang and die for the gang
So I live my life with no regrets
Whip my sh*t from side to side when I aim
Have my fully auto leave him wet
Chillin' with the opps, n***a think he hot
Sh*t now he wanna send a threat
Now I’m tryna get him ‘fore lil brody kill him
So we went ahead and made a bet

Wonder why Fredo walk with a limp
Why that bulge in his pants 'cause he walk with a stick
Got a fully on me when I spin on them kids
Nothin' less than a 30 gettin' dropped when I spin
Everybody got low when I slammed at their whip
Whole summer is slow for them n***as again
Thought we wasn’t on sh*t but it’s litty again
I feel bad for my opps most them n***as is dead

B*t*h boy, yeah you put all them shots in my whip
But your mans got got in the whip
Snitch boy, yeah you told on J Money and Mook
So you know when I catch you it’s lit
Just remember my guys bout whatever
The glizzy on board and if not the beretta
Why y’all throw all them shots in his sweater?
'Cause he was a b*t*h so my shotta got with him

Who the f**k n***as think wanna bet
I slam on his a** every day 'til he dead
Scratch him off of the list now who’s next
Got more slammers I still haven’t touched since we met
And they know when I bring them sh*ts out
I make sure n***as straight, everyone get a stick
My lil shottas ain’t all got a chop
So they get them a switch, b*t*h retarded she stutter and spit

See I got a Glock if a bro got a Glock
But I’d rather pull up with a tre five
Get the drop from a b*t*h and pull up where he stay
Hit him all in his sh*t tell him take 5
Oppers want me dead but cannot get me
Fool he’s riding dirty in the renty
Fully auto shake him like he Diddy
Run these hollows racing through his kidney