Jae Prophecy - Opp Pack

There once was a block littered up with Opps
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke

Goofies gettin' checked like it's the 1st of the month
I stunt double on the set and still the 1st one stunt
I was at ya funeral sittin' right at the front
They put ya name on a shirt I put ya name in a blunt
Yo don't make have to prove you ain't like that
Cause I'll be yelling at ya tombstone
(Like fight back)
Then send my shooter through to give ya boo a night cap
Yup, re-up I dare you we'll be right back

I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact (Inhale)
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'

There once was a block littered up with Opps
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke

And that's cause everybody gangster
'Til you punch 'em in the mouth
I'm really with that social distance left em 6 feet south
No application you got that work
We come see what you about
Ran off wit da indica left em slumped in da couch
Thought that I was paying no we here for free smoke
Cause you say you 'bout that business now it's gettin' revoked
Banana clip in the fast lane that's a slip in the road
Left 'em lookin' 'bout as lost as "where's the remote?"

I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact (Inhale)
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'

Written by:
James Jones

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