RondoNumbaNine - Wack A Opp lyrics

(Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin' (Verse 1: Young Loc) Imma chase that money, for the [?] Red dots for them head shots, they leakin on his ceilin' That ambulance come pick him up, and the [?] they can't heal em' Watch em fade away, like MJ, them young boys be k**in' And all my n***as go hard, it's Double R 600 My n***as crackin them cards, them young boys be gunnin' We in and out of them cars, them risky n***as be stuntin' Got bands all up on me, i'm throwin it, it ain't nothin' Your b**h all on my dick, outta no where, all a sudden She wanna n***a to hit, but n***a ain't no nothin That codeine what I sip, extendos and them SK's, this revolver hold about six There be a lot of shots fired your way You can duck shells or get hit CPDK, f** a brick Its middle fingers to a snitch Man up you a b**h Stop flexin you ain't with the sh**s Me and Rondo tote two nines[?], thats 6 shots, two clips (Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin' (Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine) Wack a Opp, back to the block Load the mac up and go back Make bullets rain you get whacked We do walk ups with that tec I f** with Double R, i'm double R so if you talking sh**, you dead They say Rondo you up next, it's your year savage, no flex Yeah I dump[?] through a check And i'm a hot head with a lot of guns We play for keeps, and k** for fun My squad savage we ain't for none Oh sh**, Rondo in that gangway I'm gettin money where they g**n In a fast car just switchin' lanes And I got it all finessin' Smokin' dope, and stackin', with my hand on my weapon Who? Steve Drive, that's shots fired I'm runnin' sh** no umpire, my b**h bad somethin' like Mariah O-Ok, i'm in that range rover with my n***a Durk If we see an opp, he on a shirt Loc got the mac, he get hurt Free D-Rose he in that jam, so for [?] i'm going ham 600 that's my fam OTF! (Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a f** 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' k** him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'