DPMO Lyrics by Digga D
Man’s on the opp block, but I can’t see no opp’s?
Tell them sixer pussies we’re outside
Man’s on the opp block, but I don’t see no opp’s
When they was in the house like Corey, I was outside it letting off shots
I bet you the threatening stops, as soon I start putting metal in tops
That’s bro, we ain’t doing no one on ones, Are you dumb?
I ain’t letting him box (At all)
They make good music, but they ain’t puttin’ out hits?
My guys do drills with German whips then they’re blowin’ it up blitz
My hot lines filled with nits you them feinds that itch
Why do you think the police want to bird man because they know that I Lego bricks
Why do you think the police wanna bird man, better put some respect on my name
Gotta maintain this fame, so I’m able to move this cane
I’m him like a song in the Bible, step in the kitchen turn on the flame
Kunta Kinte I’m that *** in chains
I’m that *** that’s rappin, can’t quit trapping, who said crime don’t pay?
All the money I made from cali I don’t mind not getting booked in L.A
I got too much price I ain’t letting it slide gotta nip it in the bud from now
Cah when you give them an inch that’s when they think they can run with a mile
Man’s on the opp block, but I don’t see no opp’s
When they was in the house like Corey, I was outside it letting off shots
I bet you the threatening stops, as soon I start putting metal in tops
That’s bro, we ain’t doing no one on ones, Are you dumb?
I ain’t letting him box
Don’t *** me off, I suggest you don’t *** me off (and again)
Don’t *** me off, I suggest you don’t *** me off (and again)
Don’t *** me off, I suggest you don’t *** me off (and again)
Can’t sit with opps, take pics with the opps, and think that you can’t get hit with the (Woi-woi-woi)
Man’s on the opp block, but I don’t see no opp
When they was in the house like Corey, I was outside it letting off shots
I bet you the threatening stops, as soon I start putting metal in tops
That’s bro, we ain’t doing no one on ones, Are you dumb?
I ain’t letting him box (At all)