Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opp Pack, artist - 42 Dugg.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Opp Pack |
Free them boys, my bad |
(Stoop, go stupid) |
Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch |
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner |
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers |
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie |
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis |
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God |
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine |
What’s that in the air? |
We call that opp pack (Opp pack) |
How he sellin' that and he ain’t dropped? |
Nigga, how? |
What’s that in the air? |
We call that block pack |
Block pack, roll him in the hood |
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down |
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe |
I came up off appeals, bitch and reds, meds, leads |
These niggas all hoes (We all hoes) |
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams |
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick |
I’m a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire |
Back to back, me and money wired |
Say I ain’t the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass) |
Same freak on a flyer |
Free Woo, hope it ain’t in the feds when I see Woo |
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes |
Still supplyin', I’m sellin' free juice |
Bitch, we is never equals (At all) |
Fuck a nigga hatin' on me |
And fuck a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' «Free Ski,» |
Doggy bone, bitch, where’d it be? |
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner |
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers |
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie |
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis |
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God |
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine |
What’s that in the air? |
We call that opp pack (Opp pack) |
How he sellin' that and he ain’t dropped? |
Nigga, how? |
Ever run into it, I’ma blow his ass down, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Warnin', yeah, warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin' |
Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin' |
When I catch that boy, I’m gon' step (I'm gon' step) |
I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps) |
I built that shit by myself (Myself) |
When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help |
They say, «You talk to such and such?» |
Fuck no (Fuck no) |
«What you gon' do to such and such?» |
Gun blow (Pop, pop) |
This AK not a mini, it’s a jumbo |
Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door |
Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack |
I don’t smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs |
Drop that, drop that, drop that |
Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his |
ass down) |