Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opp Pack , by - EchaltyRelease date: 01.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Opp Pack |
| Rizzoo Rizzoo cuttin' up |
| This Koncept P, the beat knocking |
| Cuttin' up |
| It’s hot |
| Big Glock on me, I’ma hit him (Hit him) |
| I’ma send his ass to the devil (To the devil) |
| Ride with the sticks, heavy metal (Metal) |
| We gon' double back, make sure we get him (Double back, yeah) |
| Ooh, late night, the Tahoe, we trailing him (We trailing him) |
| When we kill him, we not even telling him (Not telling him) |
| If you talking 'bout smoke, we inhaling it (Gas) |
| We gon' cut off his finger, we mailing it (Mailing) |
| Ooh, late night on the North Side, they creepin' |
| My young niggas, they ready to kill for no reason |
| Hoodie, black mask, this is they season |
| They run from the task, they make it look easy |
| They tryna get the cash to feed all they people |
| Nigga got caught 'cause he squealing (He squealing) |
| Boy, I’m stackin' these hundreds all the way to the ceiling |
| Tryna come with a plan, tryna make me a million |
| Ooh, when that money come in I’ma put on my crew |
| If you talkin' 'bout millions, I need me 'bout two |
| Buy a lot of AK’s, turn this bitch to the zoo |
| Show these niggas they weak, they ain’t built for that shoe |
| Step over a nigga, got blood on my shoe |
| My lil' apes stay hungry, they looking for food |
| Flip his whole car, put his ass on the news |
| I copped a K and it came with a knife |
| You play with my hot boys, they takin' your life (It's hot) |
| 16-year-old tryna get him some stripes |
| He young and he reckless, he ready to ride |
| You talkin' 'bout grease then he ready to slide |
| He right in your tree when you walking outside |
| Knock out your brain, nigga, big homicide |
| Big roller bite off, nigga, then we get hot |
| Rizzoo Rizzoo cuttin' up (It's hot) |
| Big Glock on me, I’ma hit him (Hit him) |
| I’ma send his ass to the devil (To the devil) |
| Ride with the sticks, heavy metal (Metal) |
| We gon' double back, make sure we get him (Double back, yeah) |
| Ooh, late night, the Tahoe, we trailing him (We trailing him) |
| When we kill him, we not even telling him (Not telling him) |
| If you talking 'bout smoke, we inhaling it (Gas) |
| We gon' cut off his finger, we mailing it (Mailing) |
| Ooh, late night on the North Side, they creepin' |
| My young niggas, they ready to kill for no reason |
| Hoodie, black mask, this is they season |
| They run from the task, they make it look easy |
| They tryna get the cash to feed all they people |
| Nigga got caught 'cause he squealing (He squealing) |
| Boy, I’m stackin' these hundreds all the way to the ceiling |
| Slide on his block with that heavy metal |
| Hundred band jugg, a nigga never settle |
| Homicide Houston, nigga, heavy metal |
| I’m totin' that gun, nigga, I’m a felon |
| Homicide way, send him to the heaven |
| I’m drippin' in sauce, nigga livin' pepper |
| I’m smoking on opp pack, I know you smell it |
| Got a new four-five, heavy metal |
| Uh, we just gon' drive in that fast car |
| 12 behind me, gotta dash, uh |
| Bad bitch with a fat ass, uh |
| It’s too hot, nigga, get a fan, uh |
| Bad bitch, feet in the sand, uh |
| Next bitch gettin' her head done |
| My main bitch said she fed up |
| I told her give that head up (It's up) |
| Big Glock on me, I’ma hit him (Hit him) |
| I’ma send his ass to the devil (To the devil) |
| Ride with the sticks, heavy metal (Metal) |
| We gon' double back, make sure we get him (Double back, yeah) |
| Ooh, late night, the Tahoe, we trailing him (We trailing him) |
| When we kill him, we not even telling him (Not telling him) |
| If you talking 'bout smoke, we inhaling it (Gas) |
| We gon' cut off his finger, we mailing it (Mailing) |
| Ooh, late night on the North Side, they creepin' |
| My young niggas, they ready to kill for no reason |
| Hoodie, black mask, this is they season |
| They run from the task, they make it look easy |
| They tryna get the cash to feed all they people |
| Nigga got caught 'cause he squealing (He squealing) |
| Boy, I’m stackin' these hundreds all the way to the ceiling (Stackin' the |
| hundreds, hey) |