Opp Shit

Lyrics

[Hook] I gave her a molly and a Percocet Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks We got all them 50's and them chop sticks Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick You know we don't tolerate no opp shit [Verse 1] Niggas steady muggin', we gon' get 'em right Pussy, fix yo face, I ain't gon' say it twice! Bitch, I ride with 30's, and that's day or night We don't stop for police or no red lights I just popped a Xan 'cause the night long I be going in like I don't write songs Way before this rap, I had my pipe on I just fucked this bitch, I kept my Mike's on They say: "What you smokin'?" I say: "O.G. Gas Bag" I be so damn high that I be gettin' jacked last She say I can put my kids all on that fast ass I'm like: "Baby, do you wanna fuck me that bad?" I'ma get the G's tatted on me because I'm Gucci Mr. Blow A Bag, I got the check and went to Louie, ayy Bitches be so thirsty, they be throwin' me the coochie, ayy I just boned a yellow bone from Philly and she boujie, yeah [Hook] I gave her a molly and a Percocet Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks We got all them 50's and them chop sticks Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick You know we don't tolerate no opp shit [Verse 2] Before I caught my case, I had the semi on me Tadoe on the TEC, so you don't hear me, homie I know that you fake, I see it clearly, homie And if you ain't real, you can't come near me, homie Smith & Wesson on me when I'm in the slums Boy, I love that Glizzy, that's my favorite gun I'm not just a rapper, bitch, I play with drums Way before this clout, I used to spray for fun Take a nigga out, bitch, it's night-night I'm a vampire, I love night lights Seven for a show, bitch, that's my price Had to kick her out, she wasn't my type And my team, we winnin' Bitch, I get that check and spend it All about my business, I'm in love with green, no spinach All them windows tinted, in them vans, them sticks is in it Get a nigga finished, tryna act tough for a image, yeah [Hook] I gave her a molly and a Percocet Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks We got all them 50's and them chop sticks Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick You know we don't tolerate no opp shit