Doughboi Pacino - Letter 2 My Opps

No hook for this beat
In the kitchen I'm cooking everybody else sleep
SWV with the game got em' weak
Go for the top
But that still ain't the peak
Slidin' with Tef peanut butter the Jeep
G in the back rolling up out the P
Tuck in the V and he waiting on P's
Trap out the yo' and didn't nobody squeeze
Niggas be hating say you change on the low
Nah I ain't change I just want me some dough
You know how I move where the money go go
You a opp you a opp
And that shit gonna show
Still I be cruising and twisting this L
And counting my dough
Make sure I count it some mo'
Niggas bet not beef with me about a hoe
That is a no
Do G's go to heaven been goin' through hell
Goin' through shit like they like want me to fail
Me in the box and a nigga won't tell
Ain't too many niggas like me left
Laws take a left I'm a bust me a right
Feel like I'm Boosie when I beat a charge
Hand I was dealt I ain't showing my cards
Crash on a opp and I put that on God
Put that on me
Put that on anybody trying me
Roll up a leaf
Playa Fly when I'm high I'm geeked
I know they don't like me they see me don't speak
Stay in yo' lane you don't want it get deep
Should of came with a Butler like Miami Heat
I'm on demand when I'm ready to eat
(I'm on demand when I'm ready to eat)
Still got em' shook like that blick on my hip
Niggas like damn that shit came out the Sipp
Giving out game that's a no ain't no tip
No 3.5 I smoke by the zip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet the whip
Kill em with style get em' murked in my drip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet the whip
Kill em' with style get em' murked in my drip
Country ass nigga post up in the 6
Open up shop and I'm fixing yo' bitch
Ain't out goin' out sad I'm a keep me a stick
Watch who the closest like who gonna switch
Back to the business
Back to the basics
Money the motive but niggas be lazy
Thinking I'm cool
Y'all be saying I'm crazy
Don't do it for me do this shit for my baby
Now that I'm up up
They got me fucked up
Fade need a touch up
(Nothing like a fresh cut)
Don't try ya luck luck
Ready to buck up
(Skrt)
Make em' duck duck
Better hush up
Watch what you say get you cuffed up
Cartiers from Detroit got me buffed up
And lately these niggas got me fucked up
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
All that yap on the net don't excite me
Err'body ain't yo' friend
RIP MO3
Too real to the fake make em OD
Money on my head better ask for a refund
Pray to God I don't die by a peon
Watchin' me you go think it's a rerun
Prime time out the Sipp before Deion
Nope my grind don't stop
Praying on my downfall I won't drop
Letter to my opps
Pull up front doe
Get low I won't knock
Nigga I'll take yo spot
Ain't no love this way me and you don't rock
Imma take what's mine off top
Dedicate this to my opps
All that ra ra it's just blah blah
Hear that shit around the clock
Numbers flipping ain't no flop
Think she loyal she gone bop
All that ra ra it's just blah blah
Hear that shit around the clock
Numbers flipping ain't no flop
Think she loyal she gone bop

Written by:
Ernest Rosendoll

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