A MESSAGE TO MY OPPS - Ghoully, $NOT

Nah nah nah nah

Aye wassup

What you gon do nigga

Bro wassup bro

Nah bro sup bruh

What, you gon shoot me nigga?

Ain’t gon shoot shit nigga shut the fuck up boy

Wassup then

What

What

Bitch I’m at the top

Tell me how my shoes taste (yeah)

All you niggas broke niggas stay up in yo place

Bout yo bitch (yo bitch)

Man I fucked that other day (oh yeah)

This a message to my opps so get the fuck out my face (my face)

I’m flexed up

Flexed up

Fuck wit Ghoully you get messed up

Told your nigga get his check up (i did)

Niggas died

So I’m walkin' with my neck tucked

Oh he leaking

On the ground he need a check up

First off why you niggas hating like you know me

First I beat you ass

Then take your corpses as a trophy

Leave you in the past (yeah)

You in last I take you bitch with me

You niggas trash (yeah)

(?) with me face to face (?)

(?) call that play (?)

Kiss yo grave

(?) Ghoully grey you niggas lame

Whats the play?

Don’t play that game all you niggas fake

Don’t play that game Don’t play that game all you niggas fake

Bitch I’m at the top (at the top)

Tell me how my shoes taste (yeah)

All you niggas broke niggas need to stay right in yo place

Bout yo bitch (bout yo bitch)

Man I fucked that other day (i did)

This a message to my opps so get the fuck out my face

Bitch I’m at the top (at the top)

Tell me how my shoes taste (yuh)

All you niggas broke niggas need to stay right in yo place

Bout yo bitch (about yo bitch)

Man I fucked that other day (i did)

This a message to my opps so get the fuck out my face

Ok I fucked yo bitch I fucked yo bitch

I fucked her other day (haha)

Goddamn‚ I fucked yo bitch I Don’t know what the fuck to say (uh uh)

English I need to get paid (yah)

I’m smoking gas I’m toting packs

Bitch I beat on novocaine (ah)

Got a side bitch by my side but keep a chopper as my main (as my main)

Wait‚ kick back bitch that chopper gotta Bruce Wayne

Wait‚ get back bitch that chopper bouta hit your brain

Ok I be walking wit my soldiers

Left right, right left

Keep a chopper to the sky

Bullets down don’t make no sound

Please don’t make no sound Don’t make no sound

These niggas coming now

Nothing wrong with me so I let your body hit the floor

Somethings got to get so Imma let this choppa smoke this hoe

Fa fa fa fa (bitch)