OPS CALLING

OPS CALLING (Grave Verse)

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Lyrics

Pussies at my door cause I been selling meth 
Running from the cops bitch running outta breath 
Been made of money but I like selling meth 
Been in the trap cause bitch I got steez 
Gotta a bad bitch and she be on her knees 
Cooking up meth and I sell it with ease
All of this smoke and I’m starting to wheeze 
Feel like a rat cause I’m looking for cheese 
Crashing the whip I ain’t paying the fees 
Take what I want and I ain’t saying please
If I get caught i ain’t taking no pleas 
Burnt down my house from the meth 
See you in public i kill you to death 
Up in the hills and I sell it to Seth 
Kay’s in the room and they get repossessed 
Snap you in-half like you is a quest 
Up in my face I could never be pressed 
Pills in my mouth and you know that they pressed 
Talk down to me but I never confessed Gotta get back to my meth

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lyrics

(gravemistakes)
Rapping in the Walmart vest trying to get out the trap
Sending out shots like that be a wrap
Hit you in the head bitch knock yuh hat
Roaming the streets with an all black gat
Percs in the lean make a bitch fall flat
Car mad loud but ain't a hellcat
Guns in you face like bitch what's that
Went out and got a brand new tat
Wanna hit the stu so I might just go
Got mad money but I still want mo
Glock with the beam and we let that show
Red and green beams and we let that glow
Gotta hella guns just so you know
Run to the stow just to rob that shit
She bad bitch I must admit
Get cut out like a wrist that's slit
Went to the mall and got a brand new fit
Do this cause and I ain't goin quit
Feel like a match cause I has been lit
Guns to yo face and I don't give a shit

(johnee)
Dropping my gun I don't give a shit
Ask me to talk and I'm hitting the blick
Folding the bands and taking some names
Locking me up only myself to blame
Got enough money to get out the hood
Moving around and selling the goods
Fucking around you wishing we would
Pop a couple percs don't know if I could
Made a gravemistake now I can't go back
Running from the opps now they don't like that
Breaking a sweat and I'm running out of breath
Pigs in my face and they gat me to death
Folding my hands and praying to God that he can forgive me for avoiding the opps
Getting up from a quick nap
Went to your girl and she giving me top
That bitch don't know when to stop

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(Lyrics)

(Chorus)
47 body’s hit the fucken ground
just sold some yay it’s a couple pounds
Just got a band and I blew all
To many plugs don’t know who to call
Ima crowd killa with the Prada on
I took his chain and I had to pawn
Vvs diamonds they flawless
Bitch be you fony no wallace


(Verse)
Just popped some oxy I see with a filter
Hit with a stick and it’s leavin them splinters
pouring the lean and it’s coming out green
Had to go back and I had to resell it
Big ass blunt and you know that I lit it
To many ties cause you know that I’m with it
To many takes so you know that we cut him
Jump in that pussy and I go for a swim
Did it all once just to prove that I’m him
Painted the car they don’t know that it me
Fan of the music so I’m fucking for free
Doing show you we ain’t letting you in
Doing your mom and I bust on her chin


(Chorus)
47 body’s hit the fucken ground
just sold some yay it’s a couple pounds
Just got a band and I blew all
To many plugs don’t know who to call
Ima crowd killa with the Prada on
I took his chain and I had to pawn
Vvs diamonds they flawless
Bitch be you fony no wallace

(Verse 2)
Bought a furry coat cause I’m rich like that
Always stay skin but the wallet stay fat
Gotta skinny bitch but you’ve always been fat
Say you snitch but you more like a rat
I’ve been a dog where fuck my food
Say I’m a dick that’s just my mood
Acura integra this not a prelude
Why to high check my altitude
You couldn’t buy chain had to pay that off
Gun on my back that’s a kalashnikov
Don’t fuck with pigs they eat out a trough
Put him in the sky bitch that’s a send off

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(Lyrics)

(Chorus)
47 body’s hit the fucken ground
just sold some yay it’s a couple pounds
Just got a band and I blew all
To many plugs don’t know who to call
Ima crowd killa with the Prada on
I took his chain and I had to pawn
Vvs diamonds they flawless
Bitch be you fony no wallace


(Verse)
Just popped some oxy I see with a filter
Hit with a stick and it’s leavin them splinters
pouring the lean and it’s coming out green
Had to go back and I had to resell it
Big ass blunt and you know that I lit it
To many ties cause you know that I’m with it
To many takes so you know that we cut him
Jump in that pussy and I go for a swim
Did it all once just to prove that I’m him
Painted the car they don’t know that it me
Fan of the music so I’m fucking for free
Doing show you we ain’t letting you in
Doing your mom and I bust on her chin


(Chorus)
47 body’s hit the fucken ground
just sold some yay it’s a couple pounds
Just got a band and I blew all
To many plugs don’t know who to call
Ima crowd killa with the Prada on
I took his chain and I had to pawn
Vvs diamonds they flawless
Bitch be you fony no wallace

(Verse 2)
Bought a furry coat cause I’m rich like that
Always stay skin but the wallet stay fat
Gotta skinny bitch but you’ve always been fat
Say you snitch but you more like a rat
I’ve been a dog where fuck my food
Say I’m a dick that’s just my mood
Acura integra this not a prelude
Why to high check my altitude
You couldn’t buy chain had to pay that off
Gun on my back that’s a kalashnikov
Don’t fuck with pigs they eat out a trough
Put him in the sky bitch that’s a send off

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