Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Opps (Free Lil Timmy), artist - 600Breezy.
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Opps (Free Lil Timmy) |
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop |
When it’s on, it’s on nigga, uh |
New opps, nigga (Grrr, bop) |
Look (Yeah, nigga) |
This beef shit go on forever, nigga (Look) |
Just drunk a pint, it cost to hear me talk (Huh) |
You watch how you walk |
You got it on your mind, bitch, we’ll shoot it off (We'll shoot it off, bitch) |
Breezo, bitch, it’s money in the vault (Ah) |
Hand to hand with salt |
Still talkin' shit, bitch, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought, nigga?) |
Nigga, what they fuck they thought, nigga? |
Still talkin' my shit, nigga, uh |
Accidental killers (Huh), we don’t really feel 'em |
Matter of time before they smoke that lil' Quando nigga (Matter of time, bitch) |
'NumbaNine, tell 'em free the real Rondo, nigga (Ha) |
It’s on sight, affiliated, we gon' spark a nigga (Bop-bop) |
Let’s switch the topic, nigga (Uh) |
'Cause they really bitches (Uh) |
Cancellin' shows 'cause they know we ain’t got shit for switchers (Grrr) |
Nigga, uh, and you can’t duck them bitches (Bop) |
My crib look like Christmas, pillows in the kitchen (Uh) |
At 17 I touched a chicken, God as my witness (God as my witness, nigga) |
And this chopper rip through fitness, never leave a witness (Bop-bop) |
Nigga, Chun-Li the way this bitch be kickin' (Bop-bop) |
He on vacation with his bitch, shoot up the finger-lickin' (Bop-bop) |
I ain’t runnin' from no shotgun, ain’t no screamin', «Ricky"(Nah) |
Pussy ass ho get clapped, chopper size as Vicky (Huh) |
We don’t fuck with justice, free Lil Timmy (Free that nigga, man) |
Free that nigga, nigga, so we can, you know? Uh |
We got our own way to handle things (Ha) |
Sometimes weapons sing |
And metal stick to bitches like a wedding ring (Huh) |
And these guns came from Meta Ying |
They ain’t seen a thing |
Mak' on his way, couple more is Beanz, nigga |
Them niggas on they way home, nigga |
I had to pause once I said that, though |
Gang shit, nigga, uh |
I be sayin' what the fuck I want (Huh) |
Bitches on 'cause them other niggas quiet |
What the fuck y’all thought? (What y’all thought?) |
Prepare for war with all these guns we got (Huh) |
AR’s glow in dark, spit it, knock a nigga generation off (Uh) |
Huh, chop a family tree down with this bitch, nigga |
Uh (Bop-bop), look (Grr) |
I feel like Super-Man without a kryptonite (Uh) |
Got extra clips tonight |
I squeezed it once, but just gon' hit him twice (Bop-bop) |
Take some good advice (Huh) |
Hideout like Bin-Laden 'til your time aight |
'Cause all my niggas ride with pipes (Grr) |
You kill one, you gotta kill us all (Yeah, nigga) |
Unity means together, guns divide you lil' niggas cars (Bop) |
Huh, bitch, we at war, nigga, you involved (Huh) |
Bitch, pick a side, nigga, who with y’all? (Fuck with y’all, nigga?) |
Nigga |
It’s about time niggas choose sides with this shit, nigga |
Just got real, uh |
Bop |
(Yeah,) |