Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opp Boy, artist - Skooly. Album song Nobody Likes Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, T.R.U
Song language: English
Opp Boy |
| Woo! |
| woo! |
| Oh my goodness |
| Tell them pussy opp boy |
| They know I dissed 'em |
| Yeah |
| Bitch ass nigga |
| Know I dissed 'em |
| Yeah |
| Uh, check me out |
| Uh |
| Make sure all my old bitches know that I missed 'em |
| 'Bout to get some more money and mind my business |
| I’m not stunin' lil money, you owe me pennies |
| On my brother, them my co-pilot, he know my business |
| Bitch just dropped a dot, dot |
| I found out the ticket |
| We gon' blow you down, nigga, 'cause we know you with 'em |
| Left his head in front of his buildin', we just blew this business |
| And I got red inside my system, need a stolen kidney |
| Skate |
| That shit comin' fast |
| They know what it was |
| I’m onto this fashion |
| I just blew me a bag |
| To go in the club |
| A whole nother bracket |
| These niggas don’t know |
| 'Bout the grade A bud |
| I ain’t gon' change |
| Get disrespectful and use my fame |
| And go get your man top put on my chains and things |
| A couple of rings |
| Yeah, I got a stain |
| I put a graveyard in the game |
| They callin' me Cain |
| Just stay out my lane |
| I’m just a dog that got out the cage that cannot be tamed |
| You can tell by my fangs |
| They talkin' 'bout dirty, I’m knee-deep in the mud in my face |
| I got guns and drugs on my case |
| Too many guns in my place |
| Too many dubs, too many hundreds to pay |
| Puttin' shit right on his head |
| Put him in bed |
| Let him lay down with his bae |
| I ain’t stunin' nonsense, bitch |
| The cops came in here bustin' |
| I had runts inside my oven, that’s a whole damn bag |
| No time for the tusslin' |
| Put them racks inside the duffle |
| Bitch, you must thought I was bluffin' |
| I got old man cash |
| Okay, I’m gon' leave a opper out in no man’s land, uh |
| We gon' slide them doors back in old man vans |
| These are Louboutins, these ain’t Cole Haans, man |
| Catch a cold hand, hit like cocaine |
| Kurt Cobain slain in my domain, uh |
| Liu Kang kick it, purple potion |
| I got white bitches out in Notre Dame |
| I know you don’t but they do think I’m important, bae |
| Me and lee 'bout to get these vests that cost a quarter K |
| My partners still servin' that shit, make a quart a day |
| Why would you lie to me? |
| You tried to deny fully |
| On top of the lies, I see you partner’s disguise, bully |
| He couldn’t beat a nigga if his hands was tied to him |
| I wouldn’t leave these niggas, my man’s still tied to 'em |
| I plan advise |
| Don’t plan to lie to him |
| I am the guy my mans will die for him |
| I am the deiform of God descendent |
| Let’s see if you’ll die for him |
| Let’s rob this nigga |