Richer Then My Opps

Lyrics

[Chorus: AFN Peso] To be honest, I don't know where my roof went Realest in this shit, I can show you were the proof is Really in them streets, all them young niggas clueless Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks [Verse 1: AFN Peso] Head on a swivel, like I'm dodging the crack bay Drop top coupe, on my wrist is a scat pack Come to think about it, I was the one that they laughed at Treat the bitch like a skip, she don't ever get ran back Stack it to the moon, 'cus I don't know no different A.M.G. Benz, I don't do no ceilings Smoking kill bill, I don't do no midget I hit the bitch with a rubber, I don't do no feelings Two hoеs, one Peso's a movie Put hеr face in the pillow, you a groupie Bust on both of them hoes like an Uzi And I got both of them hoes like a two piece I'm the real thing, these other niggas imposters Paint his head red, that's for thinking he hot stuff Semi automatic, make you niggas [?] To the top with this shit, man, who think they gon' stop us? The club in my section, [?] I think they broke [?] he can never be me I'm throwing 1's in the club, so niggas can't see me I disappear on you niggas, like Hudini Keep it quiet on the phone, like I'm ducking a fed case Contract season, nigga, you going for first place I don't know these niggas, how these niggas just [?] How they speaking on my name, when they hoes in the first place? Now tell me Do that make sense? Running up them mills, need a deal with a blank check Fake ass nigga on my dick, I'm in his bitch neck I don't do no talking, nigga want it, he can get wacked I don't do no talking, nigga want it, he can get wacked [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Made a play for my niggas, we gon' get it in Snuck the pole in the club, had to get it in Niggas came a long way back from sipping jin Rose Gold [?] fifth [?] Spent 5000 on my fit, I fucked the money up Got a new Pattec bust, cost 200 bucks You ain't never caught a body, you can't roll with us Hundred opps, got a hundred chops, we gon' run them up Them niggas ran off with your work, your bag loose Shoot a nigga in his shirt, knock his tag loose Before I had anything, bitch, I had juice I be in the slums everyday, you just ran through But if they send shit my way, we sending shots back Treat a nigga like a van, knock his top back Blue rag on a chop, but the Glock black Fuck them niggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that Nigga Fuck them niggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that [Chorus: AFN Peso] To be honest, I don't know where my roof went Realest in this shit, I can show you were the proof is Really in them streets, all them young niggas clueless Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks [Verse 3: AFN Peso] Playing with some money that these niggas ain't touched Black chopper on me, I ain't come here to clutch Talking this and that, but it was what it was Yeah, it is what it is, they ain't done what I done All glory to God, I ain't been this hot I've been going so hard, think this shit from the pot That's a hundred grand easy, when I'm bending your block We be talking that money, and we talking a lot Eh young Pes, fuck with me, never G [?] sweater And I ain't never worried, this shit just stunt 50 K on my chain, tell your jewler add it up Richer than my opps, tell them niggas I'll prove it In the pandemic, nigga, business is booming Chilling with a ten, [?] just cooling [?] you can pick you a tooly, nigga