Correction Lyrics OPPY by OMB Jay Dee

Back

Lyrics

Ayo, Giné, Giné, can't get caught on replay
We gon' spin like freeway, n***as know how we play

B*t*h, I'm oppy, b*t*h, oh, yeah, I'm oppy, b*t*h
Casamigos got us wocky, b*t*h, we 'bout to flock up sh*t
Tra-la-la-la-la-la, flock your sh*t, we flickity flockin' sh*t
N***as know me, I'ma pop my sh*t with splitty swappin' sticks (Wait, hold on)
Boy, what? Whatchu wanna do, like what?
Who you gon' shoot, like what?
That boy a bluff, I be outside, like what?
Y'all n***as really not tough, I still ain't get touched
And I still ain't get touched
You lookin' for your mans, like what?
Stop lookin' for your mans, he b***
'Cause we rise up, you really not rough
We back to back, n***as got guns so we 'boutta clap
N***as got jokes, they make us laugh
We love to clap, we love to clap
He got shot, he ain't get back
Time gon' take what we will jack
We not Apple, we got MACs
I don't know you, please get back, get back, get back, get back, get back
Stop, stop, dummy boy better have his knockers
Three chops, we hit his block up
Spin, spin, we spin like choppas
Homie soft, he don't want no drama
When he saw me, he ain't do nada
Hit a n***a, make him cha-cha, cha-cha
From a noodle into rasta-pasta
I ain't no fighter, speaker, n***a came with the knockers
Feel like Boogie if we in them hoodies 'cause we sendin' n***as to the doctor
Like the Navy Seals when we in the field, catch an instant kill, who could stop us?
Donz restrain 'em like a rasta, kill Will got the yattas
Like, he a pu**y just look at his posture
I'll flock a n***a with a flocka
We get the addy, we're tearin' his block up, block up

I was high off the Runtz, speedin'
If it's up then it's stuck, leave it
If you wanna act bad, beat him, beat him
Beat him 'til a bloody pope
Only way, I'm in the smoke
N***as jokin', what's the joke?
N***as know I keep a pole
Hit a n***a and reload
Matter fact, smack 'em, back up
N***as ain't bout that action, cappin'
Blood all over my maga', [?]
flash when I clap it, clap it

You tryna catch you a what?
I'm tryna catch me an oppa
N***a said he did what?
Pu**y boy never did nada
How you spinnin' without no knocker?
We make it hot like grava
You know we all for the drama
We make it lit, fire, lava
I don't trust shawty, she's a line up
We the risk takers 'til we sign up
Every opp next to get time's up
See, your time's up
Look, we don't jack n***as, they ain't never take risks
Suck d**k, don't jack my sh*t
Spin they block, I'ma dump that clip
'Cause I'm ashin' rip-on-rip
Mask on, n***a thinkin' I'm sick
Call [?], he thought he was slick
Look at Ricky, he runnin' like Rick
Still addin' a K to my sh*t

music video

Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.