YRN Murk – Middle Finger To The Opps lyrics

[Chorus]
Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fadeaway
The stick is a drum and ak
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps

[Verse 1]
We was the ones that played it cool, [?] start shootin' at you
Ice, ice on my jewels, the Rolex watch blindin' folks, don't mean to be rude
Gettin' knowledge in the coupe, Migo gang, [?]
Take a little X and get loose, she givin' neck like a goose
You havin' broke problems, ain't no money issues over here
Look different, solid tears in my ears
Sippin' lean, you can keep that little beer
Shootin' at your homeboy, not in the air
Real player, fuckin' hoes by the pair
Internet discussion, I do not care
I want them Benjamin Franklins (Benjamin), don't give a fuck what you thinking (Don't give a fuck)
Actavis what I be drinking, smokin' cookie back to back with Jamacians (Back to back)
[?]
The chopper hit you, got your whole body shakin'
I got a bitch to set you up while you naked
If I see the cash, I take it

[Chorus]
Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fadeaway
The stick is a drum and ak
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps

[Verse 2]
Screamin' long live [?]
See an opp, then the bullet gon' kiss 'em

[?] with a missile
Disrespect the gang, you gon' get you an issue
Rock-a-bye that baby, pass him a tissue
Free my niggas, let 'em out the system (Free 'em)
[?]
I had to finesse and remix 'em (Finesse)
This a plain jane ap (Plain jane)
Pull up, shootin' shots, kd
Palm Angels you ain't never seen before, I know you pussy niggas hate me
Pull up with sticks and we won't leave, hittin' shots so you can't breathe
I got the pump in my backseat, [?]
You can never get the recipe, pull the whistle like a referee

[?] stains in your white tee
Court side with Spike Lee
Try me, nigga, that's unlikely (Try me)
Hundred round drum shootin' bullets 'bout the size of your thumb

[Chorus]
Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fadeaway
The stick is a drum and ak
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps