CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Middle School Opps*
He talkin' on Benji, then he gon' get shot
Ten to his head, make a bludda?leg?lock
I got a?ounce, I hide it in my?sock
Pu**y boy snitch, cuz he 'fraid of my Glock
Bust to his chest, he gon' run to the cops
So I just pull up, put a gun to my opps
Talkin' that sh*t, that's the funna the block
I just got paid, jus to f**k up a jock
B*t*h boy, he gon' talk
But I walked in with a Glock
Finna flip and deal the rock
When I spin lil homie block
JK, uh, I jus pulled up wit a AK
Wet up the f**kin' block, make a thang spray
I feel like the Joker, it go bang, bang
Don't talk down if you ain't gang gang
He talkin' on Benji, then he gon' get shot
Ten to his head, make a bludda leg lock
I got a ounce, I hide it in my sock
Pu**y boy snitch, cuz he 'fraid of my Glock
Bust to his chest, he gon' run to the cops
So I just pull up, put a gun to my opps
Talkin' that sh*t, that's the funna the block
I just got paid, jus to f**k up a jock
Pop percs, make a b*t*h go naked
Five, ten, Molly, and I slip it in her drank
Ion f**k wit nasty hoes, whose pu**y really stank
I done came in, wit the xannies inna tank
Oh, bullets to yo brain, you can't thank
Famous hoes, and they naked sippin' drank
In my livin' room, shouts out my homies who ain' eatin' food
Cuz I promise I'da blow up, and I'll make alla this up for you
Ain't no pu**y boy - [?]
Ten to his head, make a bludda?leg?lock
I got a?ounce, I hide it in my?sock
Pu**y boy snitch, cuz he 'fraid of my Glock
Bust to his chest, he gon' run to the cops
So I just pull up, put a gun to my opps
Talkin' that sh*t, that's the funna the block
I just got paid, jus to f**k up a jock
B*t*h boy, he gon' talk
But I walked in with a Glock
Finna flip and deal the rock
When I spin lil homie block
JK, uh, I jus pulled up wit a AK
Wet up the f**kin' block, make a thang spray
I feel like the Joker, it go bang, bang
Don't talk down if you ain't gang gang
He talkin' on Benji, then he gon' get shot
Ten to his head, make a bludda leg lock
I got a ounce, I hide it in my sock
Pu**y boy snitch, cuz he 'fraid of my Glock
Bust to his chest, he gon' run to the cops
So I just pull up, put a gun to my opps
Talkin' that sh*t, that's the funna the block
I just got paid, jus to f**k up a jock
Pop percs, make a b*t*h go naked
Five, ten, Molly, and I slip it in her drank
Ion f**k wit nasty hoes, whose pu**y really stank
I done came in, wit the xannies inna tank
Oh, bullets to yo brain, you can't thank
Famous hoes, and they naked sippin' drank
In my livin' room, shouts out my homies who ain' eatin' food
Cuz I promise I'da blow up, and I'll make alla this up for you
Ain't no pu**y boy - [?]
