My Opponent

(Aye D come bless the bottle mane)

[Intro: Boogee]
(Ahh ah ah)
(HELPSQUA)
(Brrrt splat)

[Chorus 1: Da
Mar Taylor]
Who want smoke?
Who want static?
Bitch I'm on it (You know I'm on that shit fuck n****)
Fuck that cappin'
N**** show me
My Opponent (Ahh ah ah)(My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
I'm ‘bout action
N**** show me
My Opp—

[Verse 1: Boogee]
We ‘da ones with the blicks in this bitch (with the blicks in this bitch)
Catch me out in traffic I maneuver with the stick
That n**** all cap, he ain't a shooter he a bitch
I ‘on even like to rap, I'd rather go and make a hit
Cop five flip ten, me and my plug best friends
The opp died yesterday, we ‘ont know who him is
I ‘ont gotta say much, the opps know what I did
Still ain't did shit to me, and they know where I live (Uh)
Say, I left blood in the streets
Fuckin' with lil' baby, I left cum on the seats
She gon' suck dick ‘til it's cum on her teeth
Can't even buy a gun, and these bums wanna beef (What)
Say (Uh) I really be one deep
Like fifty shots on me when I'm slidin' over east
I told my n**** don't tweak, I got the drop where they be
I'm really up three, still ‘ill do this shit for free (Uh)
Say

[Chorus 2: Da
Mar Taylor]
Who want smoke?
Who want static?
Bitch I'm on it (Bitch I'm on it)
Fuck that cappin'
N**** show me
My Opponent (My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
I'm ‘bout action
N**** show me
*Static*

[Verse 2: Da
Mar Taylor]
I don't trust a soul, I might die for that shit bitch
But I gotta pole, bodies flop when this blick kick
Take a n**** soul, shoot yo' fade ‘til this bitch click (Brrrt)
Got a dick on this nine, and it's straight so it hit clits
Leave a n**** stank, like this dank that's an armpit
AR put a shotty to yo' body, now you uzi with the arm shit
Quit all of dat cappin' you must be an opp, gossiping
Doin' all that tellin, you must be a cop
I'm a hustler (I'm a dawg)
I'm a hustler (I'm a dawg)
I'm a hustler, I'm a dawg bitch
Could give a fuck what you say
And I make plays and I make calls bitch
Now I know where you staying
I move shiesty, we ain't cut the same
Now I know all yo' friends
I don't box, hoe this ain't amazon
But I'll deliver this fan
Let this stick blow like a clarinet
But I don't play in no band
I get green and I smoke green lil' hoe
While I run up this band
I'm big alpha fuck you mean lil' hoe
But my opps understand n****

[Chorus 3: Da
Mar Taylor]
Who want smoke?
Who want static?
Bitch I'm on it (Bitch I'm on it)
Fuck that cappin'
N**** show me
My Opponent (My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
My Opponent (My Opponent)
I'm ‘bout action
N**** show me
My Opponent