OPPS - TOO MANY (feat. Drexie & Kidz)

Who's there
It's opps
Who called the cops
Drexie in the building you mother fuckers

How many men
Too many
how many men
How many men
Too many
How many men got
How many
Too many
How many men
How many men
How many
Yea how many

Yoo too many men got shot
Too many men got dropped
Too many men dem flop
Too many men got yuck
Too many men got slapped
Too many men got whacked
Too many men got chinned up and down
Too many men don't laugh

How many men got shot
Too many
How many men dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many

Two in the chest one in the head
Make sure he dead
Mans playing with me
What the fuck
It's Like playing russian roulette
In the wild you move correct
Niggahs tryna take your bread
So you gotta use head
Man's always think ahead
Stay woke boy the street ain't a bed
Niggah how many
Niggah I'm asking how many
You know mandem moving steady
You know mandem moving heavy
Pistol whipping I'll be slapping these Niggahs they talking a lot
Man's always moving solo
On a fucking slow mo you should know I go go

Too many men got shot
Too many men got dropped
Too many men dem flop
Too many men got yuck
Too many men got slapped
Too many men got whacked
Too many men got chinned up and down
Too many men don't laugh

How many men got shot
Too many
How many men dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many
How many men got dropped
Too many
How many men got shot
Too many

Drop many men at the block
With my glock
No messy on this pagans
Ne mendi pas
Leave your mama heart broken like barca
This gun too expensive not to take a life
No eye witness had to go with is wife
Chopped up in a body bag
Ramsey with the sam's
No evidence left to file
They can't compile
Man na stay versatile with my style
Feeling like the black Shakespeare of my time
Diligent man
Still in love with the crime
Top of my prime
They can't compare
They know the score
They've seen the board
They know the game
I over score
Knock knock knock
Who's at the door
Barge in with my four
Shooting all this bodies
Till they drop to the floor
Who else in the house
Who's going to fuck with me
Go wild
Who's going to fuck with me
Got rounds
Who's going to fuck with me
It's going down
Thought it was empty
Till I empty the clip
Bet his hope on his vest
Till I hit his mendula
Going hard on the bando
Like russia

Too many
How many men
Too many
how many men got
Too many
How many men
How many
How many

Written by:
Drexie Drexie, Korede Idowu, Opeyemi Araoye

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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