Dead Opps, Pt. 2 Lyrics – Pj Glizzy
Singer: Pj Glizzy
Title: Dead Opps, Pt. 2
Glah
Glah, glah boom
Everything Dead
Glah
Glah, glah
Glah, glah
Baow, Baow
With this pain I’m still takin’ these trips (Takin’ these trips)
In my ways, I’m still lettin’ it rip (Boom, boom)
Walk down, even if he with his b#tch (Glah, glah)
Smokin’ Lotti, may he rest in piss (Gang, gang)
I just spin through, lettin’ off like six (Baow, Baow)
Edot he with me, yeah I’m with the rips
Tryna put a Gunna on the news
We done chased Jada out his shoes (Out his shoes, look)
They keep dissin’, they know who legit
Like how many shots went off and they dipped? (Boom, boom)
I don’t save me no money, b#tch I’m smokin’ Dummy (Dummy)
Catch a flocka, bet you it get ugly like (Glah, glah)
And its still free Squeeze (Squeeze)
Mr. Pack Em, swipe him off his feet (Dead)
Ion need a job, I still got J5 (J5)
Wе gon’ fire in-and-out the V (Boom, boom)
Ek my brother, I swеar that theres blood ties
Yeah we into the field, we too deep
I got a thottie, she sayin’ its rump time
I put one in the head on a link
f#ck it, we gon’ just blitz on the scene
Lotti he dead, we still walk on the scene
Like, Put some R.I.Ps
Rest In Piss to that lil’ n#gg# Beans
Rest in Piss to that n#gg# Rah Rah
Rest in Piss to that n#gg# Lotti
Rest in Piss to that n#gg# Dummy
Rest in Piss to that n#gg# Matt Sav
(Its so many f#ckin opps I could smoke on)
Glah, Glah, Glah
SetDaTrend, n#gg#s smokin’ your dead (Your father)
Spin the 8 tryna catch us a crab (Glah, glah)
He got shot on the 8 in that cab
Like I can’t go out like Matt no Sav (Sav, like)
Catch this n#gg# slippin’ on the ave (Ave, like)
Give him ten, make his face hit the grass (2WooK)
Take his soul, turn his body to ash
I be smokin’ on Rah thats the gas (Glah)
With this pain I’m still takin’ these trips (Trips)
In my ways, I’m still lettin’ it rip (Boom, boom)
Walk down, even if he with his b#tch (Glah, glah)
Smokin’ Lotti, may he rest in piss (Gang, gang)
I just spin through, lettin’ off like six
Edot he with me, yeah I’m with the rips (Gang, gang, gang)
Tryna put a Gunna on the news
We done chased Jada out his shoes (Out his shoes)
With this pain I’m still takin’ these trips
In my ways, I’m still lettin’ it rip (Baow, baow)
Walk down, even if he with his b#tch (Glah, glah)
Smokin’ Lotti, may he rest in piss (Rest in piss)
I just spin through, lettin’ off like six
Edot he with me, yeah I’m with the rips (Rippy)
Tryna put a Gunna on the news
We done chased Jada out his shoes (Out his shoes, look)
Glah
Glah, glah
Everything dead
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
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