OPP PARTY

(Ayy man, Cray just hit my line) oh, really?
(Nigga just told me a nigga talkin' 'bout he got a dub on his head, nigga)
And I got my mask on while I'm rappin', nigga
I'm on that bullshit, nigga
(The fuck is a dub, nigga, what you gon' do with that? Haha)
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout, big Doe Beezy
Top shotta, don dada, nigga (Rubberband Murda Gang, Rubberband Money Gang, nigga)
Put some gas on these niggas hoes

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (let's go)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck all this Givenchy, uh (fuck all that)
Lambo' truck with my shooters with some switches in it (skrrt, Lambo', Lambo')
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin' in it (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He's outta here, now, I'm outta here, uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gone)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in here (they outta here, they gone, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (you know I got them bitches on)
On the light, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here (oh, really?)

Hold on, hey (hello, hello)
That's me wavin' at my opps (hello)
I got manners on they block, bitch, I come through wavin' Glocks (how y'all been?)
I got manners look in his eye before I hit him with the chop' (boom, boom, boom)
Don't cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand, then hit you with the wop (oh, really? Fetty)
Fifty racks on me (racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (let's go)
Dare her give the drop up, that ho gettin' dropped with me (I dare you)
All these shots with me, damn, the shit feel like infinity (I dare you, ooh)
Bought that bitch a foreign, bitch, hop out that Infiniti
In the hood, drop top, bitch, I feel like Kennedy (president of cleanin')
I ain't never worried, bitch, I'm richer than my enemies (oh, really?)
He in the grave, they know who dug that (who dug that?)
Uh, let me shut up, gotta hold my tongue back
Pistol get to wylin', tweakin', need to hold my gun back
I'm big homie, I ain't worried 'bout no little bitty Rugrat
I fuck with the scammers, bro can't wait to punch that
And I fuck with the robbers, trappers and killers, push ya skull back

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (let's go, Amiri)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck all this Givenchy, uh (racks, racks, fuck all this Givency)
Lambo' truck with my shooters with some switches in it (skrrt, Lambo', Lambo')
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin' in it (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He's outta here, now, I'm outta here, uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gone)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in here (they outta here, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (you know I got them bitches on)
On the light, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here

On the light, they forty shots, heavy day two-twenty
He keep talkin' with his fingers, do him like they did Sonny
Paid in full like I'm Mitch but my nose not runny
So a nigga can't wipe it, other words, can't slime me
Other words, can't snake me (I ain't goin')
Like I do line and there leaves on they block
I'ma pull up, get the uh-uh, get to blowin'
Like I play ball and they street full of hoops
I'ma pull up, get the uh-uh, get to scorin'
Pull in the number before five and the letter after M
Everybody look surprised and say, "Who the fuck is him?"
Once that money on your mind, killers, ain't no stoppin' them (let's go)

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (let's go, Amiri)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck all this Givenchy, uh (racks, racks, fuck all this Givency)
Lambo' truck with my shooters with some switches in it (skrrt, Lambo', Lambo')
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin' in it
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, think I'm playin'?)
He's outta here, now, I'm outta here, uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gone)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in here (they outta here, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (you know I got them bitches on)
On the light, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here

Bro know he got static in the 'Raq, call Swerv (yo, hello)
He got money, he get niggas whacked, that's what y'all heard (shut up)
Lot of stashes through the trenches put a safe house in the 'burbs (go)
Keep the windows up, we hoppin' out, the driver jump the curb, some nerve (go get it)
Opps ain't on they block, somehow they speakin' words (pussy)
Fuck Herb, must ain't hear what happened, he said somethin' to Herb (he said fuck what?)
Spin for thirty days straight, you hit his face, you get a curve
Hunnid K before the first, I'll give you fifty by the third (come get it)
Ayy, Doe, what you finna do? See them niggas shoot
I'm with villains, I be drillin' too (bah), know that feelin' too
Ain't on pills so I be chillin', boolin', I be feelin' cool
I get angry, I be in the mood, watch a nigga ooze on his shoes (on his shoes)