Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck The Opps 4L , by - BIG30Release date: 01.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck The Opps 4L |
| Double my watch so I double my Glock |
| Them Dracos don’t stop when we walk down ya block |
| I’m pouring Wocky on top of the rocks (Rocks) |
| I’m smoking tropic getting head from a thot (Hey) |
| Cash on the lot |
| Ran up these racks |
| Get my mama a spot |
| Go jump the fences they raiding the block |
| I call him maid cause he walk with a mop |
| Ain’t fade hit the switch on the Glock (Switch) |
| Four hundred bags like I’m growing the crop (Hey) |
| Snow in my diamonds she hoeing tonight (Snow) |
| Sip double cup while I’m boarding the flight (Board) |
| My niggas flooded they shining it bright (Flood) |
| Time to spin then we buying the strikers |
| Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles |
| Go to bed hit his head he a sniper |
| Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd |
| BIG30 |
| They got that get back for you kitchen |
| Now that pussy on a shirt (Facts) |
| Got the boy ass by the sto |
| They knocked his shit all on the clerk (Splash) |
| Put the mic down fo the Glock |
| Stay strapped for life and stay alert |
| You scared to die this shit ain’t for you |
| Get out the streets go to church (Go to church) |
| Blrrrd (Blrrrd) |
| No nigga testing me (No) |
| Rest In Piss to all the opps (Fuck 'em) |
| Until Lil Gino Rest In Peace (Fuck 'em) |
| Fuck the opps for life |
| I’m sending hollows 'til them bitches bleed |
| Said fuck the opps for life |
| Gone keep spinning 'til them bitches deceased |
| 'Til them bitches extinct (They gone) |
| See this nigga with me shoot his gun before he think (He throat) |
| Sick of smoking on the opps |
| Pour them bitches in drinks (Wock') |
| Black Dior kicks with the north face and supreme minks |
| Baghettis in this Cuban link |
| Double my watch so I double my Glock |
| Them Dracos don’t stop when we walk down ya block |
| I’m pouring Wocky on top of the rocks |
| I’m smoking tropic getting head from a thot |
| Cash on the lot |
| Ran up these racks |
| Get my mama a spot |
| Go jump the fences they raiding the block |
| I call him maid cause he walk with a mop |
| Niggas ain’t fade hit the switch on the Glock |
| Four hundred bags like I’m growing the crop |
| Snow in my diamonds she hoeing tonight |
| Sip double cup while I’m boarding the flight |
| My niggas flooded they shining it bright |
| Time to spin then we buying the strikers |
| Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles |
| Go to bed hit his head he a sniper |
| Fool, hey |
| Go when I go when I send’em |
| They know how to spin’em |
| Thirty-round hang out the gallery denim |
| I’m in the Maybach in the back with the semi |
| Riding in cats tryna whack on a mission |
| Cartier bust on the vision |
| Told 'em that I was the one they ain’t listen |
| Look how the Patek been glistening (Patek) |
| Handguns they turn automatic with switches |
| These niggas bitches for real (Bitches) |
| He getting fifty for kills (Fifty ball) |
| M’s in the bank give me chills |
| We got ARs inside of the leer |
| Used to bust down a lick |
| Now I bust down my wrist |
| Nigga really wanna live how I live |
| Keep the fie when you live in that field |
| You can see in his eyes he’ll kill (Kill) |
| You can see in his eyes he’ll murder (Murder) |
| Bought a coupe and I took it to surgery |
| Get ya boo cause she watching and flirting |
| Caught 'em dead at the light do 'm dirty |
| Remember my gang was hurting |
| Pull out them sticks and we stangin’em first |
| Put a nigga face on a shirt |
| Rich as a bitch broke the curse |
| Hey! |