Opp Pack

[Intro: 42 Dugg]

(I got Hitman on the beat)

Free them boys, my bad

(Stoop, go stupid)

Free them mother****in' boys, bitch

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner

Informants, I had too many encounters with informers

Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie

In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis

Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God

If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine

What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)

How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]

What's that in the air? We call that block pack

Block pack, roll him in the hood

Ayy, blow that bitch shit down

Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe

I came up off pills, bitch and reds, meds, lеads

These niggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)

I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams

Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick

I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire

Back to back, me and money wired

Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass)

Same freak on a flyer

Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo

Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes

Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice

Bitch, we is never equals (At all)

**** a nigga hatin' on me

And **** a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Skeet"

Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be?

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner

Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers

Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie

In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis

Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God

If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine

What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)

How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?

[Bridge: Nardo Wick & 42 Dugg]

Ever run into it, I'ma blow his ass down, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Warnin', yeah, warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'

Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]

When I catch that boy, I'm gon' step (I'm gon' step)

I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps)

I built that shit by myself (Myself)

When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help

They say, "You talk to such and such?" **** no (**** no)

"What you gon' do to such and such?" Gun blow (Pop, pop)

This AK not a mini, it's a jumbo

Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door

Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack

I don't smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs

Drop that, drop that, drop that

Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his ass down)