Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OT Boppin , by - OFB. Release date: 29.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OT Boppin |
| Ay, Tefo made this one |
| TKBeats made this |
| Free Slim Jim, Free Boogie Bando |
| Yo, won’t stop shootin' 'til the whole ting’s empty |
| Better take this L like NP or ZT |
| Swingin' my blade, don’t tempt me |
| Farm blocks, late night, no entry |
| Century, porkies all wan' arrest me |
| Man get sault like jezzies |
| 5AM, gettin' nicked for a murder |
| No further, he got his drowned, no wellies |
| Donny got drowned, no wellies |
| No wellington so we can’t see clear |
| Foot on the clutch, into gear |
| Wind down the window, they all disappear |
| The neighbours like 'what happened here?' |
| Donny got shaved but he still got hair |
| Big drip, little drip, got teared |
| Got me with Lerky, we had big man scared |
| Ay |
| Shotgun, man slap, man boot it |
| Ching man down, now his Canada’s ruined |
| Don’t think we can sleep on a vio |
| We came right back and then done two bootings |
| Chillin' in the same spot, what are you doin'? |
| They just don’t learn like stupid students |
| Spot any opps, don’t think, just do it |
| Hundred percent, broski’s gonna shoot it |
| Hop out the ride, he’s dashin' |
| Catch him, do man up and then vanish |
| Free Boogie B, well-known savage |
| Pull up on them and of course they panic |
| Next day, me and Abz went on a lurk |
| Didn’t see nuttin', just one little strangers |
| This beef is fryin' |
| Don’t get caught lackin' |
| Out real late, oh damn, he’s gassin' |
| Yo |
| I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him |
| Hopped out the ride and chopped him |
| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin' |
| Gassed up, OT boppin' |
| Machine gun shoppin' |
| Shotgun lockin' |
| Two hands, bow and pop him |
| My aunty still ask if I’m fine |
| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin' |
| Due to get long when corn starts flyin' |
| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness |
| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin' |
| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin' |
| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin' |
| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin' |
| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin' |
| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it |
| I’m with L, that’s my big pal |
| He’s on violence, he don’t make no sound |
| Spin the whip, give a fuck 'bout the crowd |
| If you chill the opps, you ain’t makin' me proud |
| Bro, what’s wrong with this child? |
| He got his times two, still runs his mouth |
| Cuzzy comes to the ends |
| If broski’s ridin' then I’m ridin', no doubt |
| I got hella leng tings from South |
| Just bruck their back and open mouths |
| Me, Bando, I don’t chase no clout |
| I just hit the oppy, smoke it and I’m out |
| My broski got nicked like 'how?' |
| Just wish him the best when they take him to trial |
| My broski got nicked like 'how?' |
| Just wish him the best when they take him to trial |
| I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him |
| Hopped out the ride and chopped him |
| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin' |
| Gassed up, OT boppin' |
| Machine gun shoppin' |
| Shotgun lockin' |
| Two hands, bow and pop him |
| My aunty still ask if I’m fine |
| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin' |
| Due to get long when corn starts flyin' |
| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness |
| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin' |
| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin' |
| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin' |
| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin' |
| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin' |
| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it |
| Ridin', tappin', this shit’s fantastic |
| Ay broski, pass me the dot-dot |
| Watch man hopscotch, trip, get cabbaged |
| OFB, we got shottys and daggers |
| Hammers, pull up on opps and they’re dashin' |
| Head to blocka, just done a mad ting |
| Sad ting, done up a yute, no manners |
| Bill two spliffs and forget what happened |
| Angle of arms, I swing it |
| Dip it, rip it, twist it, kill it |
| Everyone’s bad 'til bro starts chingin' |
| Gunshot hole leave you in you existence |
| We caught one, he left his missus |
| Pull up on my block, it’s scripts we’re flippin' |
| Three doors pop, shotgun get lifted |
| If we caught him, you would’ve seen him on pictures |
| Yo, I seen broski watch him, cotch him, mob him |
| Hopped out the ride and chopped him |
| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin' |
| Gassed up, OT boppin' |
| Machine gun shoppin' |
| Shotgun lockin' |
| Two hands, bow and pop him |
| My aunty still ask if I’m fine |
| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin' |
| Due to get long when corn starts flyin' |
| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness |
| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin' |
| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin' |
| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin' |
| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin' |
| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin' |
| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it |