Slid On The Opps

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DeeMoney Malone

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Bitch just slid on the opps with the same guns
I put in vids and tell you them some props
Baby girl that pussy dry as hell who told you this some wap
You the type to make a diss and tell a nigga that it's not
I just called my bitch like bae be careful driving up the block
It's so icey out I walked outside and I slid on some opps
I done got so comfortable with this I done slid in some crocs
Hit a nigga melon with that nana then slid to the trops
I done seen so much shit with these eyes if you only knew it
Prayed the opp beat cancer so we can slide I said won't he do it
I know lil bro about that action nigga won't he shoot it
That ain't no real gas inside yo bag smell like it only pooted
Never held no convo with yo bitch I swear we only fuckin
I ain't got no time to stick it in bae you can only suck it
Walk up in the set and treat this money like it's only bands
F*ck so much on camera I need 10 percent of onlyfans
Stay Fried that's my dog I be with him like that's my only mans
Quick to draw some red up out yo ass like it's the only crayon
I just can't be dappin everybody these my only hands
Hard to get a five up out of me I feel like Sony man
Leave a nigga chili for that cheese I feel like Coney damn
Ocki had to beg me not to eat'em Dee they only hams
Hard to tell me I ain't runnin shit I feel like Forrest Gump
Wish a nigga would and you'll end up in that forest slumped
Wish a nigga would my niggas tryna catch a body bad
Hold up Stay Fried I ain't finished I just got up in my bag
You know I'll take it there like I just got up in a cab
Chop a plastic surgeon Doc just got up in a nigga ass Damn
Just slid with them chops you the type of nigga to not know me
And say I'm a opp
She the type of bitch to call me bro
Then give me hella top caught him at the Coney
Pressed the issue caught him in a lie
Like how you on the net like you gon kill me and don't even slide
You don't even be in the hood I can't believe the lies
She gon send one text to my phone now that's a okie dokie
Get her to the crib and bend her over I'm just tryna stroke
Never often on my ass I'm tryna move a load
Hit my line before I leave the crib I can't forget the pole
Yeah get my hustle on I'm into touchin bo's
My people got some shit for 300 just like the chief sosa
Bang
Now nigga bang bang tryna slide down on this block and get yo shit sprayed
Yeah this ain't a paint shop you be posting guns on the net
Like it ain't hot taggin me all up on yo page but you can't send the drop
You want it for real we gon sit for days until you get spotted
Aye now you know we got'em send my young dogs down the way
They tryna slide for bodies

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