42 Dugg, Nardo Wick - Opp Pack

(I got Hitman on the beat) Free them boys, my bad (Stoop, go stupid) Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner Informants, I had too many encounters with informers Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie In my bag (what bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis Ayy, Vuitton (yeah), niggas' hoes, bro (bitch), I swear to God If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine (cook his ass, hello?) What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (opp pack) How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped (shit)? Nigga, how? What's that in the air? We call that block pack Block pack, roll him in the hood And blow that bitch shit down Turntest nigga in the city, he a 4 I came up off of pills, bitch, and reds, meds, leads These niggas in the city all hoes (y'all hoes) I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams Maybach with a driver (yeah), fork and a stick I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire Back to back, me and money wired Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (lyin' ass) Same freak on a flyer Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice Bitch, we is never equals (at all) Fuck a nigga hatin' on me And fuck a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Ski" hit 'em deep Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be? Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie In my bag (what bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis Ayy, Vuitton, niggas' hoes, bro (bitch), I swear to God If he a five, book his ass and call one of mine (cook his ass) What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (opp pack) How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped (shit)? Nigga, how? Ever run into 'em, I'ma blow his ass down, biotch (yeah, yeah, yeah) Warnin', yeah, warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin' Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin' Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin' When I catch that boy, I'm gon' step (I'm gon' step) I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (turn to Michael Phelps) I built that shit by myself (myself) When I seen it's almost built, they went to ask me, can they help They say, "You talk to such and such?" Fuck no (fuck no) "What you gon' do to such and such?" Gun blow (pop, pop) This AK not a mini, it's a jumbo Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door Opp pack (opp pack), opp pack I don't smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs Drop that, drop that, drop that Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (blow his ass down)