Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opps, artist - Vince Staples. Album song Black Panther The Album. Music From And Inspired By, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope Records;, Top Dawg
Song language: English
Opps |
Fuck y'all want from me? |
Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me |
Y'all wanna die in the chase of things |
We all gon' die and embrace the thing |
Trapped inside a burning church |
Made it out alive, God know my worth |
Raw face, Scarface |
Y'all face more defeat, I know it hurts |
20 of 'em, 20 on call |
Got 20 in my hand, got 20 on judge |
Gave 20 to my dog, got 20 on girls |
That'll fuck you to— (zoom zoom zoom) |
That'll fuck you to fuck you over |
Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover |
Take the heart you thought you had |
Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab |
Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) |
How you wanna play ball? |
(you're dead to me) |
[*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me) |
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me) |
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) |
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me) |
Hey hey, ready, set, go crazy |
Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines |
A life hit a nigga with a lemon's lime |
Like what at night, we still committin' crimes, spittin' rhymes |
Bought a coupe with the spinnin' rims, get inside |
Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide |
Clean me up, beam me up to the other side |
Brothers die, 'cause coons turn to butterflies |
They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz |
They don't wanna see me livin' on the end |
Of the city in a citywide bend |
Show no pity in the city for the sin |
They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check |
They just wanna see me swimmin' in the debt |
Don't drown on ground, wait until you hear |
9-1-1, freeze (zoom, zoom) dead |
Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) |
How you wanna play ball? |
(you're dead to me) |
[*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me) |
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me) |
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) |
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me) |
I move like a millipede |
When I flex them tendons like rubber trees |
Young Millie Jackson back to the shit |
Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory |
Stack bodies, not figurines |
Move beneath the surface, submarine |
I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword |
Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward |
What you standing on the side for? |
Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg |
Spit slick, attack is subliminal |
Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister |
Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal |
Gotham City Streets, I'll play the *bleep* |
Crushing any system, that belittles us |
Antidote to every poison they administer |
Switch it like time signatures |
Colours in my aura tend cover the perimeter |
Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through |
Hi-rez lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom) |
Roll over your eyes |
My strength ain't nothing like my size |
Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver |
Tangle my chords like a weaver |
Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) |
How you wanna play ball? |
(you're dead to me) |
[*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me) |
You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me) |
Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) |
Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me) |
(You're dead to me) |