CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Opp Stoppa
(21, pu**y, pu**y) Shh, shh, sheesh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass n***as, weird ass n***as, man
What are all these n***as talkin' 'bout? (pu**y, pu**y)
Ice cream ass n***as
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, b*t*h, we get it started
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, n***a, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
All these tattoos on my f**kin' body, she say I'm a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna f**k me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of f**kin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my n***a Rodney
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
A n***a keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can't have no n***a with me if they gon' snitch on us
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Ayy, big dawg Savage (21)
Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)
Ratchet b*t*h suck me while she drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)
Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
My model b*t*h be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21)
In my Tesla Roadster (21)
My pistol out the holster (On God)
I'm double cuppin' syrup, b*t*h, I don't need no coaster (Facts)
Opps want promotion (pu**y)
We put 'em on a poster (pu**y)
I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pu**y)
My watch ten bricks (God sh*t)
Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
b*t*h, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21)
Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21)
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass n***as, weird ass n***as, man
What are all these n***as talkin' 'bout? (pu**y, pu**y)
Ice cream ass n***as
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, b*t*h, we get it started
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, n***a, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
All these tattoos on my f**kin' body, she say I'm a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna f**k me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of f**kin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my n***a Rodney
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
A n***a keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can't have no n***a with me if they gon' snitch on us
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Ayy, big dawg Savage (21)
Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)
Ratchet b*t*h suck me while she drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)
Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
My model b*t*h be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21)
In my Tesla Roadster (21)
My pistol out the holster (On God)
I'm double cuppin' syrup, b*t*h, I don't need no coaster (Facts)
Opps want promotion (pu**y)
We put 'em on a poster (pu**y)
I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pu**y)
My watch ten bricks (God sh*t)
Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
b*t*h, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21)
Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21)
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f**kin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
