New Opps (Free Lil Timmy) – 600Breezy

Yeah, nigga
[?] (Yeah, [?])
Uh (Grrr, bop)
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
When it’s on, it’s on nigga, uh
New opps, nigga (Grrr, bop)
Look (Yeah, nigga)
This beef shit go on forever, nigga (Look)

Just drunk a pint, it cost to hear me talk (Huh)
You watch how you walk
You got it on your mind, bitch, we’ll shoot it off (We’ll shoot it off, bitch)
Breezo, bitch, it’s money in the vault (Ah)
Hand to hand with salt
Still talkin’ shit, bitch, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought, nigga?)
Nigga, what they fuck they thought, nigga?
Still talkin’ my shit, nigga, uh
Accidental killers (Huh), we don’t really feel ’em
Matter of time before they smoke that lil’ Quando nigga (Matter of time, bitch)
‘NumbaNine, tell ’em free the real Rondo, nigga (Ha)
It’s on sight, affiliated, we gon’ spark a nigga (Bop-bop)
Let’s switch the topic, nigga (Uh)
‘Cause they really bitches (Uh)
Cancellin’ shows ’cause they know we ain’t got shit for switchers (Grrr)
Nigga, uh, and you can’t duck them bitches (Bop)
My crib look like Christmas, pillows in the kitchen (Uh)
At 17 I touched a chicken, God as my witness (God as my witness, nigga)
And this chopper rip through fitness, never leave a witness (Bop-bop)
Nigga, Chun-Li the way this bitch be kickin’ (Bop-bop)
He on vacation with his bitch, shoot up the finger-lickin’ (Bop-bop)
I ain’t runnin’ from no shotgun, ain’t no screamin’, “Ricky” (Nah)
Pussy ass ho get clapped, chopper size as Vicky (Huh)
We don’t fuck with justice, free Lil Timmy (Free that nigga, man)
Free that nigga, nigga, so we can, you know? Uh
We got our own way to handle things (Ha)
Sometimes weapons sing
And metal stick to bitches like a wedding ring (Huh)
And these guns came from Meta Ying
They ain’t seen a thing
Mak’ on his way, couple more is Beanz, nigga
Them niggas on they way home, nigga
I had to pause once I said that, though
Gang shit, nigga, uh
I be sayin’ what the fuck I want (Huh)
Bitches on ’cause them other niggas quiet
What the fuck y’all thought? (What y’all thought?)
Prepare for war with all these guns we got (Huh)
AR’s glow in dark, spit it, knock a nigga generation off (Uh)
Huh, chop a family tree down with this bitch, nigga
Uh (Bop-bop), look (Grr)
I feel like Super-Man without a kryptonite (Uh)
Got extra clips tonight
I squeezed it once, but just gon’ hit him twice (Bop-bop)
Take some good advice (Huh)
Hideout like Bin-Laden ’til your time aight
‘Cause all my niggas ride with pipes (Grr)
You kill one, you gotta kill us all (Yeah, nigga)
Unity means together, guns divide you lil’ niggas cars (Bop)
Huh, bitch, we at war, nigga, you involved (Huh)
Bitch, pick a side, nigga, who with y’all? (Fuck with y’all, nigga?)

Nigga
It’s about time niggas choose sides with this shit, nigga
Just got real, uh
Bop
(Yeah, [?])