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Letra : Opp in the Blunt*
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Yeah, gotta bag
Hah, ok
Walk in that b*t*h, pop a tag
Bag, yeah
With a check, n***a I don't lack
No weed, ok
Yeah, ayy
Walk in the trap with a big bag, hol up, this sh*t look like Fritos
I'm a young n***a, got my cake up, hol up, I don't know bout you, hoe
He gon hate on the whole gang, hol up, we gon shoot him like a free throw
Bro gon pass the ball, gimme the assist, Imma make it through the peephole
I done came up from sunlight, one sip, I can show you how to stunt
Really came from the bottom, I done put my gang in the front, now I do what I want
Roll a whole ounce up, we be smokin on the Fronto, it's a opp in the blunt
Did the dash in the whip when we swervin thru the potholes, gotta watch from the front
n***a think that he gon play me, hol up, n***a out his mind
n***a tried to try my gang, we gon blow him up in a mine
Shorty wanna f**k on the team, we put that d**k in her spine
I don't really wanna talk to you, that's why I just took my time, yeah
I be really with the family, I don't got time for fake love
Shorty she don't understand me, cause I'm way above they bums
Momma told me get that Grammy, and f**k all those that judge
Give a big bag to my family, go shop and get what you want
I don't got time for nonsense, it don't make sense, so don't bring it up
n***as livin in a past tense, that's why they racks ain't addin up
I be swervin with a bad b*t*h, she ain't average, why you mad as f**k?
Stanley Steamer he a savage, you get mad b*t*h, he gon whack you up
Smokin real Runtz out the p, I give a f**k bout what you think
Man these n***as wanna be like me, when I stunt in my white tee (oh yeah)
I flex on a b*t*h I don't care, can't give you my heart, that's rare
He ain't like me, can't compare, don't look at me, n***a don't stare
I'm sorry I'm too icey, I know most n***as don't like me
Why you lookin at me like you wanna fight me
n***a, I don't know you I'm not with the hype, b*t*h!
Tell a n***a pipe down, cause we're not with the clown sh*t
Yeah, gotta bag
Hah, ok
Walk in that b*t*h, pop a tag
Bag, yeah
With a check, n***a I don't lack
No weed, ok
Yeah, ayy
Walk in the trap with a big bag, hol up, this sh*t look like Fritos
I'm a young n***a, got my cake up, hol up, I don't know bout you, hoe
He gon hate on the whole gang, hol up, we gon shoot him like a free throw
Bro gon pass the ball, gimme the assist, Imma make it through the peephole
I done came up from sunlight, one sip, I can show you how to stunt
Really came from the bottom, I done put my gang in the front, now I do what I want
Roll a whole ounce up, we be smokin on the Fronto, it's a opp in the blunt
Did the dash in the whip when we swervin thru the potholes, gotta watch from the front
n***a think that he gon play me, hol up, n***a out his mind
n***a tried to try my gang, we gon blow him up in a mine
Shorty wanna f**k on the team, we put that d**k in her spine
I don't really wanna talk to you, that's why I just took my time, yeah
I be really with the family, I don't got time for fake love
Shorty she don't understand me, cause I'm way above they bums
Momma told me get that Grammy, and f**k all those that judge
Give a big bag to my family, go shop and get what you want
I don't got time for nonsense, it don't make sense, so don't bring it up
n***as livin in a past tense, that's why they racks ain't addin up
I be swervin with a bad b*t*h, she ain't average, why you mad as f**k?
Stanley Steamer he a savage, you get mad b*t*h, he gon whack you up
Smokin real Runtz out the p, I give a f**k bout what you think
Man these n***as wanna be like me, when I stunt in my white tee (oh yeah)
I flex on a b*t*h I don't care, can't give you my heart, that's rare
He ain't like me, can't compare, don't look at me, n***a don't stare
I'm sorry I'm too icey, I know most n***as don't like me
Why you lookin at me like you wanna fight me
n***a, I don't know you I'm not with the hype, b*t*h!
Tell a n***a pipe down, cause we're not with the clown sh*t
