F*** the Opps (feat. Rese) - GBG Ksoo

We on top, we got love, kill the opp We on top, we got love, kill the opp Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Ooh, I think they hate me (yeah), in my Bape tee (woo) Ain't no pardons in the garden if you snake me (yeah) You can't break me (uh), tryna chase me (yee) When it's rocky, I move ASAP, you can't Drake me (shoo) I'm fine, I got my feet up, I ain't never scared, don't put my heat up I was outside and tryin', no re-up, where my opps at? God gon' eat up They ain't ever free us Lock my family up, my mama told the judge, "He ain't no killer" It's all good 'cause on that prison yard he preachin' 'bout the Healer Spread the opps out (woo), now the cops out (sheesh) Facin' death, you wanna plead but you can't cop out Now you locked out, I promise my God comin' back, when He do, it's a problem Got His attention but you don't want tension You don't want the smoke, it's too late, you done got it Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out What's your intentions? I see your screws and your wrenches You tryna break up the bi'ness, ruin my witness Spreadin' yo' lies and opinions, you don't deserve my attention You's a pretender We was so used to the cold and my mama gave birth to a winner Put all the opps on alert then we out in the trenches And demons do not get forgiveness Pray for repentance for all my family that's sinnin' I ain't the truth, I'm a witness I got some blood on my hands and some dirt on my fingers You know that I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Lord, help me kill all of my demons, I look in the mirror, I seen 'em I had a BM, I forced her to get an abortion I pray when I die, I can meet Him They want me cheatin', tellin' me open my DMs Eat all this fruit that I'm seein' I got some people in prison, I need to go see 'em If it weren't for the Lord, I would be 'em Yeah, I know they won't catch me lackin', see me off in traffic Yeah, I'm packin', got that oppa-stoppa apostolic ratchet 'Bout that action, keep them .223s but Jesus my assassin If you askin', I'm still 116 until I'm in a casket I see my opps tryna pop out (woo), they wanna pull every stop out Wait 'til my God spin the block and He let up in shots He gon' air every spot out (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps, spread the opps, spread the opps Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

(What?, What?, What?) (Mm-Mm-Mm) (Bih-Bih-Bih!) (Grrrrah!) Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps At the top, at the top Make the devils pray to God For the fam, for the fam For the squad, for the squad Man the whole crew strapped up We look like the swat Man we look like the army We the life of the party Don't do no drugs No cocaine, Tom Hardy Man we came here to party Kill the opps, we ain't sorry We the new Ghandi We the new Ghandi Spit facts, spit the truth Way to lit, i feel like True Passive mind, this the truth Kill the opps up in the booth Came here to shoot I'm here to shoot I told them all, listen to the youth Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps I'm sippin soda If you a real one, then you could pull right up Nevermind, Chase With the way that i'm messing with the mental uh Leave me as carrying That's so hilarious, you should get your way up I'm so delirious, why you so serious Act like the Joker bruh (hi!) If you getting corny, pop with the 40 Keep your head in the red dot If you finna pull up, better keep your hands up Fore' you need a chin shot (bah-bah-bah!) Little bro watching, i just find caution Keep some of that pre-caution Stay as an artist, bro so crazy You call me Van-Gogh (Woah-Woah) Bloody, Dripping Slow (Woah-Woah) I'm Not Even Woke (Woah-Woah) All These Stripper Poles (Woah-Woah) She Got Bloody Nose Fuck around, hundred round Watch my drive motherfucker Sippin soda, spite and cola I ain't need no fucking liquor Alcoholic, share your profits If you got smoke, i'll cop it Fuck around, hundred round Watch my drive motherfucker Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps