Opioid by Nuk Lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
You wasn't takin' trips, boy, I started with a nickel, here
Real trap nigga, up three birdies 'bout a fiscal year
Only takin' trips, you could say I'm on my tourist flow
Mob tie, my plug get signs like he a horoscope
Hit the plug for three hundred grams and got eighty free
Touch down, I keep the bag secure just like ADT
Petty fiends can't afford me
Got my bitch cookin', she gon' step like a sorority

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm finna swoop down right now, I'm on Evergreen
I ain't worried 'bout them lil' niggas, they uncle scared of me
Don't call Berner lookin' for no 'bows, I got better weed
My bitch think she got me to herself, but she sharin' me
Don't hit me up talkin' 'bout no brick, I only sell to fiends
I ain't no rat, but I'll run through your trap for that cheddar cheese
A hundred pack, twenty for a brick, plug from Lebanese
OxyContin, fentanyl, cocaine, methamphetamines
[Verse 3: Nuk]
They don't sell no loads, they burner phones, they don't never ring
Just heated up the bag, I got some pit that you ain't never seen
I got fiends used to shoot the dog, they only snort now
My fiend show me fiends in every town like he a tour guide
Oxymorphone, shit, I probably sold 'bout every bean
Wholesale, but I triple profit off of every fiend
I been in the pharm' all week, that's what they don't record
Sell about a thousand every week, they call me opioid

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just drunk a pint in one sip, that's how you know I'm bored
Dropped thirty, seen a corner truck, that's when I know I scored
I been drinkin' Act' with no pop, I got open pores
I'm tryna cook a whole brick in here, nigga, close the door
Can't survive this if you get hit, this a Glock 30
Six Perc 10s, I'm tryna fuck, my dick not workin'
Dropped so many rounds out the Glock, this bitch stopped workin'
I ain't tryna fuck, I'm tryna stuff you, bitch, stop flirtin'

[Verse 5: Nuk]
I can show you how to cook a meal when I'm out servin'
Lil' bitch stuffed a dollar fifty, and she stopped twerkin'
All exotics in my Backwood, this is not sherbet
Sixteen hundred, I'm in Palm Angel when I'm not workin'
My unky lit, he just like Tiger Woods, he only need a birdie
Brodie went and copped a white gold like he a Silver Surfer
We droppin' shit, just like dead lifts, we can take it further
Headshots with the red tips just to make it certain
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and Nuk on the 7, fifty shots a piece
Louis skully five hundred, that's just an ounce of weed
Before I learned to spell my first name, I could pronounce lean
A half a pound gone, it's me and bro, quarter pound a piece
Just found a BIN, I'm tryna punch it in like I found a beat
You playin' with ten, it's me and Money Man, hundred thou' a piece
That's your brother now, you tryna flex, nigga, stop cappin'
I might kill a nigga at my show and just stop rappin'

[Verse 7: Nuk]
Catch me out sellin' all the, with the odd name
One up top, but leave his heart on ice just like he Rod Wave
You still gettin' blues for the thirty, that is not a lane
Sixty round rapid out the chop, don't know why I aim
Get the drop, leave brodie in your grass just like he a gnome
You need to hit your mans with a bag, look like he need a loan
Your big homie ain't never did shit, how he a legend, though?
Lil' bro be gettin' rid of rats, he think he pest control