Lyrics: Keyon Thomas/Demetrius Chatman Jr
[Intro: Homixide Meechie]
Hey man, ya'll smoke that opp pack though?
Lemme roll that shit up right quick
(WassupJP)
(Deno, you cookin' up)
[Chorus: Problem Child 5]
I smoke H5, I'm with R5
**** who outside, let that stick ride
We on opp time, now yo' momma crying (yo' momma)
'Cause her son dyin' ('cause her son dyin'), all these bullets flying (all these bullets flying)
What you saying (what you saying), if ain't no opp pack don't roll (roll that shit)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoe (like them hoes)
Nigga said he want some smoke when me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block, this shit got outta control (outta control)
[Verse 1: Problem Child 5]
We might creep up on his street, choppa loaded up that's sweet
Need a oppa struck this week, **** that shit no body sleep
I won't never say your name unless I see you come for me
How the **** you want these problems with the gang and you on feet
Nigga play 'round with the Problem, he ain't gon' make it to the street
He was talkin', now deceased, how we did it him, it was sweet
Catch a nigga lackin', let him have it, gang go see the chief
Man, that shit is tragic how it happened, I ain't even ate in weeks
Who gon' call his family, I ride round with automatics (auto, glizzy)
Hit his block (hit his block) wit' the sticky, icky, now his child abandoned (sticky, icky)
Shoota's praying (shoota's praying) for a body, acting likes some addicts (had to chill)
Now your family want some justice, screaming "why that happen?" ("why that happen, shit!")
[Chorus: Problem Child 5 & Homixide Beno]
I smoke H5, I'm with R5
**** who outside, let that stick ride
We on opp time, now yo' momma crying (yo' momma)
'Cause her son dyin' ('cause her son dyin'), all these bullets flying (all these bullets flying)
What you saying (what you saying), if ain't no opp pack don't roll (roll that shit)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoe (like them hoes)
Nigga said he want some smoke when me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block, this shit got outta control (outta control)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, what?)
[Verse 2: Homixide Beno!]
Huh, huh, huh, choppa make 'em get down, woah (what?)
Huh, huh, huh, .762 come out the, woah (what?)
I'm 'bout to tote my pole (my pole), I'm known for lettin' that shit blow
Know I'm on go (Homixide), steppin' on they block like, woah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Bitch, I'm a trapstar, bitch, I'm a rockstar, woah (woah, Homixide)
Yeah, we rocking out shows, you know we get hella dough (what?)
Do this shit for the bros, we stacking this shit get our chores (Homixide)
You know this bitch rock and roll, you know I'm stickin' with my guys (what?)
It's Homixide, yeah, for life
[Verse 3: Homixide Meechie]
Yeah, choppa's on choppa's, it's opp time
We get to drivin', do walk downs
Free all my niggas out the dog pound, know I ain't puttin' my gun down
I like to hear how the gun sounds, I like to smoke on the H5
Poppin' our way on the opp time, yeah
Opp time, opp time, opp time, let's go
Opp time, opp time, opp time
Poppin' our way on the opp time