stackobag - Opp Busters

(Oh my God! They killed Kenny! You bastards!)
Pour the lean in the Sprite, LSD in the cup
Wear Supreme late at night, let the beam wake him up
Made him bleed out of spite, that boy seem out of luck
AMG's, .305's, there's no need for a drum
Put a band on his head, like someone who bought a Gucci hat
Dog when it comes to this, somebody give me Scooby Snacks
I got every gun, I'm playing with a Call of Duty MAC
Ghostface bought my gun, now I'm playing with spooky racks
I'm an Opp Buster, know that my enemies get eliminated
I'm the only real one in the game, I can't be imitated
I cannot remember being broke, guess that image faded
I'm how people wearing black ski masks originated
Popped another Opp, now the scores 3-0
Pump faked his gun, and now his face got a hole
Opp tried to swing, so I hit em' with a pole
And you know I had to finish him, I couldn't leave him swollen
He got two moms and still think that he my dad
I told him "Drop a location", that made me mad
He ain't respond to my message, I wish he had
Cause he would've been the reason that both his mamas was sad
He talking bout he spent $500 on his fit
I'm looking down at my Gucci's, I said "That's it?"
He said he finally flex on me, I dont know what with
Then he pulled out a Supreme hoodie with Morty and Rick
Now I'm starting to realize that the peon's a waste of time
Got a pocket full of blues and a cup of Wock' on my mind
Known to creep up on an Opp, send a tingle right through his spine
Know we carry rocket launchers, ain't never carried a .9
I'm a black Bill Murray, point a different kind of beam
With a ski mask on and a shirt that say Supreme
Only time I chase a girl is if she's running with my lean
And I'm nice off an Addy, off a Perc', I am mean
Three hundred thou' for the whip (Uh), yesterday I lost the keys
Three bullets out of the clip is what all my opps eventually receive
Got three pints of Wock', I'm a sip
The lean label foreign, got it overseas
Green tip and red dot on my Blick will make an oppositions family grieve
Pour the lean in the Sprite, LSD in the cup
Wear Supreme late at night, let the beam wake him up
Made him bleed out of spite, that boy seem out of luck
AMG's, .305's, there's no need for a drum
Put a band on his head, like someone who bought a Gucci hat
Dog when it comes to this, somebody give me Scooby Snacks
I got every gun, I'm playing with a Call of Duty MAC
Ghostface bought my gun, now I'm playing with spooky racks
Pour the lean in the Sprite, LSD in the cup
Wear Supreme late at night, let the beam wake him up
Made him bleed out of spite, that boy seem out of luck
AMG's, .305's, there's no need for a drum
Put a band on his head, like someone who bought a Gucci hat
Dog when it comes to this, somebody give me Scooby Snacks
I got every gun, I'm playing with a Call of Duty MAC
Ghostface bought my gun, now I'm playing with spooky racks

Written by:
Daniel Haney

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Lyrics © Daniel Haney, O/B/O DistroKid

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