Текст песни Opa Locka Story - Brisco

Opa Locka Story

Yeah! One of my dogs tried to shut on me, he a trip
He be acting like the big homie, cause we were jitz
I remember he'll show out, in front of girls
Always had to pull his hands out, and show the world
Then he told me to keep that nigga close, he was jealous
Every secret that we shared together, he will tell it
She went dice in the projects, with the bango
Pearly nigga we become a saint, any stranger
Then he got stranger, moving all suspects
But it's all love, I just try to change the subject
We was getting money, he was spending I was saved
They say opposite track, I believe that to this day
Calling bitches on the phone, it was down for whatever
We were tricking hit the teller, even fuck them together
Promise I ain't see it coming, all the evil and greed
Backstabbing ass niggas, way out of my lead
2 chorus of brown liquor, and I'm talking this shit
Big Willy like he hanged around with bosses and shit
He was getting on my nerves, so I felled back
They say the pussy ain't good, if you smell that
A week later crossed paths seemed fake
But what's happening? Fistbumps a handshake
He got jammed, I was at his court date
He got out and pulled his pistol in my face
Like fuck nigga, I should kill ya say something
Make the wrong move make the news, and wait the money
At my sister's house chill nigga, it's just Bris
Shut the fuck up soft ass nigga, you just scared
I'm blind to the fact, of a situation
All my life I've been dealing, with these niggas hating
Call out my sister gifts, she like what Bris
Like open up I'm going through some fuck shit
Now I'm thinking I should buck and let em plant me
Cause I can't let nothing happen to my family
They like try sum bitch nigga, you better not
I'm like damn dog, I got more money at that spot
Over here bite, but he was at a mate waiting
I noticed he was shook, cause his hands kept shaking
You walking to the door, the 40 ride beside of me
Ain't paying attention, I'ma try (Hol' up!)

Dam! I think I'm hit, blood leaking from my chest
Can't believe that I slipped, and almost got left
Tires spinning out, must be him
And the chances that I make it, must be slim
My people calling for the people and panic, heart frantic
I remember the police pulling up, with paramedics
I think I'm losing it, Bris stay with me
Still confused by this pussy nigga, hit me
Time running through my mind, heart beating hella fast
Let em know hella bad, doc tryna tell us that
The bullet travel, by the time I hit the gravel
I'm paralyzed, nah
On the flip side, this nigga flexing on a goon
Let him tell it, the fuck boy tried and he gave it to em
Living in the crazy ass times, he got a nigga flatline
Hol' Up!