Oppletizer

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FMB DZ - Rap, Hip-Hop

Oppletizer

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Duration: 2:37

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[Intro] The biggest [Verse] Heard the streets said I fell off, they think I lost it, uh Nigga, I done took some major L's and they had to chop it up Specialize in walking niggas down, won't see 'em walking up Them niggas gotta get they money up before they talk to us I dropped four tapes in one year, I had the city flooded Drop lil' niggas and homie down, the whole city loved it Rockin' with my niggas to the end 'cause, bitch, we need the chillin I'm the reason niggas screamin', "Woop", I got the city Bloodin' I'm the reason niggas think they apes, bitch, I'm the biggest ape Used to be the nigga on the hound movin' state to state Told unc' to watch the parking lot while I bust the play Had to cut my young nigga off 'cause he ain't bust a Drac' We ain't gotta sneak on pussy niggas, we go face to face We'd pull up on you broad day and cover up your plates Niggas know what time it is with me, just an excuse about it Me and gang did it on our own, we don't need nobody We just tried to put you on the plate if they ain't eatin' with you Knock a nigga out his Chrome Heart, hit a deep tissue Ain't no nigga never pressed us, know we keep with you Put a switch on a dumb bet, sound like a four-wheeler Sound like a fat motor, .223s flip his Scat over Knock his roof off, too much smoke blew his boots off My young nigga hit the money shot and got the win for me Can't have no niggas sittin' around me if they don't spend for me Got thirty thousand on me on the East with the ten on me Since a lil' nigga, I've been thuggin' in the hood with it Headshot, every time I squeeze, my aim good with it In the Maybach truck on Ocean Drive smokin' 'Woods in it Got two petty trucks trailing me with the wolves in it You put some money on me, you gon' have to spend a full ticket Don't be bullshittin', this big business, you better stand on it I put some grams on you, have the reaper put his hands on you Throw your ass a party, pull up, let the bullets dance on you Nigga know he can't do shit with me, I'm too advanced for you I could put some money on your head and have your mans smoke you Bitch, you know it's ten thousand flexed, you want the Whoop open Your bitch been winnin' ever since she let the Whoop coach her It's VS1s and APs, I got too bad to look closer In a five-star restaurant with the stick pokin' Fuck around and see an opp, I'm bustin' shit open I can't let these niggas catch me slippin' 'cause it's up there Yeah, once it's blood on this beef, you know it's stuck there They want the old me now, I'm sick these niggas still ain't hold me down A hundred thousand on me, this ain't your ordinary turnaround [Outro] Nigga A hundred thousand on me, this ain't your ordinary turnaround, nigga Not talkin' 'bout no tens, twenties, thirties, none of that, nigga Talkin' 'bout a big hunbun, nigga Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga Biggest whoop, nigga Better watch your mothefuckin' tone when you talkin' to the apes Yeah, Fast Money Little-ass boys The whoop way Whoop Yeah

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