Opp Stoppa

Lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir & 21 Savage] 21, pussy, pussy Shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man Like, what are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? Ice cream ass niggas Ayy (Ayy, sheesh) [Bridge: YBN Nahmir] I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda [Verse 1: YBN Nahmir] All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A., I keep a clip, though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Big dawg Savage (21), toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God) Ratchet bitch suck me while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up) Lil' Mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the Woods, she from Cali (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21), my pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (Facts) Opps want promotion (Pussy), we put 'em on a poster (Pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (Pussy) My watch ten bricks (God shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda