Fuck the Opps - Cuban Doll

Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, nigga I’m eating steak

All you hoes snakes in the grass, I got to cut my shit

You was ridin' with me on the bus, now you talkin' shit

Never been a lame, that’s on my mama, yeah they know my name

Taylor Blood way before Cuban, yeah I been the same

That’s when I was beatin' little bitches, now I’m getting dough

Yeah, so this tech gotta greet you hoe

Only see me out if I’m gettin' paid for a show

Bands in my pocket, not on my head, cuz you hoes broke

Bitches wanna fight, ain’t got no life, get yo mind right

Bitch get out yo feelings talkin' hard like a fuckin' dyke

Man this shit so easy I be doin' it while I’m sleepy

Poppin' pills gettin' geeky

Never been a sellout, get a shoot I go to BelAir

40 with the dick, so you know my shit stand out

Bad yellow bitch, I ain’t neva got no handouts

Say they on my head, they ain’t drop shit

Ratchet ass weave, that’s a mopstick

Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit

Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitch

Fuck a opp bitch, you a broke bitch

You ain’t got shit, you ain’t doin' shit

You ain’t hittin' licks

You ain’t gettin' rich, you a sad bitch

On the gram, you a mad bitch

If I see you you a target

You and that retarded bitch, I’ll spit on you with them dirty shoes

Yeah bitch, yo nigga always fuckin' choose

I be with killers, they ain’t got shit to lose

Fake ass rappin' bitch, you be buyin' views

Slide down with them poles, have you on the news

Playin' crazy, playin' roles have you on the news

Heard you tellin' on yo niggas, why they wearin' blues?

Never told a soul, I been countin' blues

Say they on my head, they ain’t drop shit

Ratchet ass weave, that’s a mopstick

Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit

Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitch