Uh (O-Opium)

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

Yeah

Uh, they might think I'm saying this shit too many times

Told them don't play with this shit, murder on my mind

I'm feeling like Melly, but I ain't killing my brudda

Slidin' on opps and we tappin' they heads

Fuck that, yeah, we ain't aim at no legs

Put that Glock on (no bap)

Put that Glock on cruise (ooh, let it, yeah)

Put that Glock on (put that Glock on)

Put that Glock on cruise and let it

Yeah, I was a young nigga, jumping off the Porsche

Selling them drugs, posted on the block

On a one-way street, you pullin' in, no telling if you make it out

Leave a nigga brains all on the street, you know we banging homixide

The shit we been through, shit I seen, a pussy nigga won't survive

I was 18 counting a 50, tears falling from my eyes

Make sure momma straight put racks inside her purse and then moved out

A nigga do this shit every day, you know that money stay on my mind

Just brought a new spot, need some more new whips just to fill up my garage

All our life, we wanted to be a (drug lord)

Since we was kids, we only looked up to them (drug lord)

Turn me up, you know I got it

No matter how bad you wanna fuck the money up, just go and re-up (yeah)