OPP PACC Lyrics – Abs-Lyrical
Singer: Abs-Lyrical
Title: OPP PACC
OPP PACC
If you ain’t livin how I’m livin
How the f#ck you gon feel me?
Lil baby I’m that n#gg#
Why you think that they envy
It get wicked on the west side
When you step through the 50
We do the crimes & say no names
We gon call it a mystery
We get to rollin up these opps back to back
Like 420
b#tch it’s puff puff then pass
b#tch I’m smokin on gas
This that n#gg# in the grass
Laid yo bro on his #ss
What I want b#tch ima have
Ion need to pay cash
R.I.P. my f#ckin auntie
And I’m screamin “free Tazz”
We kick in doors like the task
We don even got masks
We smokin opps out the #ss
We alive you can’t match
On probation smoke a black
f#ck a charge clutch the strap
We bеnd the block
And double back
Tryna get an opp pacc
I gavе the drop like where you at
b#tch ima push yo sh#t back
We got clips long as movies
We gon shoot us a flick
I told yo b#tch that I’m that n#gg#
Why she all on my dick
My life real hard
But ima soldier I was built for this sh#t
Got some hollows in this burner
Finna bake me a b#tch
I ain’t stingy spread em out
Y’all finna share the whole clip
I got a 30 and a beam
So how the f#ck ima miss?
I want his body on the floor
And that b#tch face on a fence
How you hatin on a n#gg#
When you down on yo dick
It get wicked on the west side
When you step through the 5th
If you ain’t livin how I’m livin
How the f#ck you gon feel me?
Lil baby I’m that n#gg#
Why you think that they envy
It get wicked on the west side
When you step through the 50
We do the crimes & say no names
We gon call it a mystery
We get to rollin up these opps back to back
Like 420
b#tch it’s puff puff then pass
b#tch I’m smokin on gas
b#tch it’s numb numb relax
They still ridin my #ss
I’m in the backyard with baccwoods
We out-smoke till last
They text me for a feature
You gotta pay me the cash
b#tch it’s A.L. & N00KIE
How you think we get bags?
I can’t get caught slippin sippin
Ain’t no simpin for fags
You wanna talk shit? Watch this
Them words gon be yo last
And we can clean up with a mop
We wipe yo nose like yo #ss
Ima be on #1 charts man
Me & N00KIE got bars man
I shoot at sh#t like my gangland
Shot, he only need one hand
We a pacc like the farm ants
We smoke a pacc like it’s arsen
On charts it’s gon recharge
And gas smell like a fart man
Fill my lungs up with gas
Ain’t no need for no mask
I’m taking in fumes and I’m taking it fast
They say that they quit
But every day is their last
How the f#ck you out-smoke me?
All you did was hit dabs
I can’t get caught flipping switchin
Ain’t no changin no caps
Ima teacher erry day
And I’m teaching y’all math
8ball for a 30 ain’t no need for no gasp
Just pretend that it’s the right price
And b#tch no questions asked
b#tch it’s puff puff then pass
b#tch I’m smokin on gas
This that n#gg# in the grass
Laid yo bro on his #ss
What I want b#tch ima have
Ion need to pay cash
R.I.P. my f#ckin auntie
And I’m screamin “free Tazz”
Hey
On yo block
Wit a chop
It’s gon walk you up
400 shots
Out this Glock
If you talk to much
Aye A team
Stay with a beam
I was on the streets tryna fiend for some bars and lean
They f#ck up my Arteries
Uh why she calling me she bothering me
Got a new bae she finna walk with me and flock with me
Ion mess with humans they to moody that’s a prollem to me
Fall in love just to get heart broken
But she promised me
And lately I’ve been feeling weak
So I keep that heat in the trunk
And they come in threes
All red all hollow pump
Just In case police
Blue red lights pulling up
Ima hide the green
Cause they can’t find my weed
23’s gon fling bling blow
This ain’t hide and seek
Rk Rip Sk Rip Big M Rip
Yuh
And we cookin all the weed
Dxpa N00KIE on the beat
F.Y.M. Droolin in our sleep
And they always tryna bill me
Ion understand b#tch cuhz-
If you ain’t livin how I’m livin
How the f#ck you gon feel me?
Lil baby I’m that n#gg#
Why you think that they envy
It get wicked on the west side
When you step through the 50
We do the crimes & say no names
We gon call it a mystery
We get to rollin up these opps back to back
Like 420
b#tch it’s puff puff then pass
b#tch I’m smokin on gas
This that n#gg# in the grass
Laid yo bro on his #ss
What I want b#tch ima have
Ion need to pay cash
R.I.P. my f#ckin auntie
And I’m screamin “free Tazz”
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