Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opp Boyz, artist - Yungeen Ace. Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Song language: English
Opp Boyz |
| Oh, yeah, you know who the opps, niggas just be speakin', like |
| You, you know I ain’t speakin' for my own, this shit been the truth, you know? |
| Oh, shit, a nigga know I ain’t duckin' no action, though |
| I don’t hear what? |
| What up? |
| (Cutta, we rich) |
| Why they tryna put that blame on me? |
| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me |
| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah |
| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah |
| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide» |
| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside |
| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine |
| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind |
| And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me |
| Bitch, I’m 'bout my business, so fuck nigga, don’t tempt me |
| Got four hundred shots in this car |
| Steady smokin' dead opps in this Glock |
| Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up |
| Boy, you broke as fuck, tell that nigga put his mans up |
| Same ass excuse, this shit shootin' out the Drac' |
| Free, I hope you beat this murder case |
| If you’re lookin' for my mega money in the trap |
| Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped |
| No, I ain’t friendly with these rappers, I know all these niggas cap |
| in my city, put my city on the map |
| Why they tryna put that blame on me? |
| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me |
| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah |
| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah |
| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide» |
| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside |
| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine |
| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind |
| And I know |
| I got mad love for my bros |
| I don’t make a move without my pole |
| I know how this street shit go, oh |
| I ain’t suuwoo, but I wanna see blood |
| No handout, you I got it out the mud |
| Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the show though |
| They cut my footsteps and knock off the show |
| Saw my nigga down bad, told 'em some work for 'em |
| I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me |
| Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me |
| Ain’t gon' stop 'til my body underground, six feet |
| Why they tryna put that blame on me? |
| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me |
| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah |
| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah |
| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide» |
| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside |
| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine |
| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind |