LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNo OPP Left Behind (With Metro Boomin)
Metro in this bitch goin' brazyMade it out the dirt, I was head firstA nigga used to rob, ayy, and I used to serveCouldn't go to work, school was the worstPussy tried to play me, ayy, put him on a shirtLambo real fast, fell in love with cashFell in love with head, ayy, I fell in love with assScience, I was 'sleep, ayy, I fell in love with mathShe was at the club, ayy, I made her take a bathAyy, I'm King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stickGang was in there, I can't put my tongue on that shitHe was talkin' crazy 'til that hollow hit his lipAyy, Big 4L, even the killers gettin' killedAll you see is Pateks and APs in my cliqueWe got all the bottles and the hookah in the VIPI might be a rapper, but it's thirty in this clipAyy, Zone 6, we get niggas buried 'round this bitchPitbull the way I walk, the way I talkLoose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalkMultitask, use the pistol and the forkScreamin', "No opp left behind, " nigga, we gon' kill 'em allAin't no cap in my rap, ain't no flawYou could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit rawCut him off if he talkin' to the lawI'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jawMy lil' niggas don't wanna trap, they wanna spinAyy, spin, fill the choppas up, then spin againFree my dawg, he not eatin', so why he in a pen'?From Atlanta, not Vegas, but I still sinAyy, chain like a yo-yo, ride me like a pogoShe from out of D. C. , when she fuck me, she play go-goUsed to sip lines, now a nigga sippin' Fours, thoughNiggas rappin' gangsta, but they really hoes, thoughStreet niggas, streets don't talk, but you told, thoughRattail hangin' in the hood, boy, you bold boldWe ain't tryna hear 'bout all the bricks that you sold soldThey don't need a badge, but them niggas still the po-poFocused on my bag, focused on my moneyI done had some dark days, I done had some sunnyNiggas think they hot, I think niggas funnyAyy, yellow baguette, VV-VVS's look like honeyAll my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre DrummondMy playa won't even pull inside the 'partments 'cause they hauntedMy dawg could've passed me the ball, but he puntedGot my turn, did a onside kick, that's how I'm comin'Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talkLoose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalkMultitask, use the pistol and the forkScreamin', "No opp left behind, " nigga, we gon' kill 'em allAin't no cap in my rap, ain't no flawYou could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit rawCut him off if he talkin' to the lawI'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jawMultitask, use the pistol and the forkScreamin', "No opp left behind, " nigga, we gon' kill 'em allMultitask, use the pistol and the forkScreamin', "No opp left behind, " nigga, we gon' kill 'em allAin't no cap in my rap, ain't no flawYou could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit rawCut him off if he talkin' to the lawI'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jawA wise man knows not to have a lot of enemiesThe friction of constant conflict is a distraction in lifeAnd left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from lifeIf possible, all enemies should be eliminated
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