Opera

[Verse 1] Live from Steve drive, niggas eyes on Steve drive Popo sit on the block with them Glocks and steve die Niggas say they coming through, come on please try Swear this shit ain’t been the same since they killed him three times Nigga what, 22 Glocks, I’ll fill em up Lay em down with that hundred round, AK pick em up Set em up in that bag, embalming fluid, fill em up Might be real up in your hood but in my hood ain’t real enough Don’t say nothing, niggas telling on they homies, ain’t gon’ front Seen a nigga do a backflip when they hit him with that pump Damn they like do it for the gram, I’ma do it for my niggas who locked up in the can I’ma do it for my niggas who ain’t never had a chance And my niggas them my bros, I can’t call them niggas friends Then call them niggas real, cause these niggas be pretend And I keep my own heat just in case shit hit the fan Nigga blast at them niggas, run up on you, best be fast You get caught without that heat then that’s your ass nigga Hell naw I don’t know you, I can’t give no fucking cash with you Shit can get real wheel, that’s why we keep the masks with us Yeah, off that Patron, that’s my fix, never stress about no bitch Do that shit make any sense? And my killers kill to kill, now they say he innocent Give a fuck bout where you from, we’ll spray the premises My niggas senseless, they’ll spray the clip until the clicking get em Run up on you watch you fall, [?] fix the shit Plus I’m in my finish, they just did one of my niggas in Now I’m blanking out, clip hanging out, you gon’ get this shit Beg for your life boy, tell me how you innocent Tell me how you ain’t from over there and you ain’t with the shit I seen you in that video disrespecting all the bros Fuck the talking, yo this shit for bro