‎optera freestyle lyrics

[Refrain]
I won't lie to the ho, told her, "Bye, bye, b*tch"
Pull up to a home, I'ma give 'em 5.56
I won't lie to the ho, told her, "Bye, bye, b*tch"
Pull up to a home, I'ma give 'em 5.56
I won't lie to the ho, told her, "Bye, bye, b*tch"
Pull up to a home, I'ma give 'em 5.56
You not my bro, you can suck my di*k (D-D-D-D-D-D-DJ PHAT)
I see your b*tch and I blow her a kiss
If he ca—

[Interlude]
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Good music got you scared, b*tch
Optera

[Chorus]
I heard this b*tch wanna neck us, uh
I turn around, buy her the necklace, uh
You are not him, you a extra, uh
BnB, countin' that cheddar (Optera)
You can't do it like me, boy, I'm better
I can't f*ck with you boys, I'm fed up
I tell a rich man get his bread up
If you down bad, pick ya' head up (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Woo, boy, we pick his head off (Optera)
This sh*t like Call of Duty, I love dead opps
b*tch, this young money, make a bedrock
Ain't no blood money, make the feds watch
Need a brand new Audemars Piguet watch
I don't give a f*ck what this sh*t cost
Walk up in this b*tch like the big boss
If he got a problem then I'm finna blast 'em
If you got a problem then talk to some [?]
Pull up to the crib, she givin' me action
Talkin' crazy, boy, stop the madness
TMZ, I got caught with a bad b*tch
[?] fee, he got caught with a [?]
Like IG, [?] (This is a DJ PHAT exclusive)
High speed, ain't no way that you catch up

[Refrain]
Uh, let me pop my sh*t (Optera)
I won't lie to the ho, told her, "Bye, bye, b*tch"
Pull up to a home, I'ma give 'em 5.56 (D-D-D-D—)
You not my bro, you can suck my di*k
I see your b*tch and I blow her a kiss (D-D-D—)
If he catch me outside then I'm blowin' a clip
I [?] this sh*t, put a hole through your whip (D-D-D-DJ PHAT)
[Bridge]
[?] slimey, [?] get vibey
[?], I'm on that b*tch [?]
Ayy, f*ck this song, boy, I don't give no f*ck, man
Good music got you scared, b*tch
I love you, DJ PHAT

[Chorus]
I heard this b*tch wanna make up, uh
I turn around, buy her the necklace, uh
You are not him, you a extra, uh
Bnb, countin' that cheddar (Optera)
You can't do it like me, boy, I'm better
I can't f*ck with you boys, I'm fed up
I tell a rich man get his bread up
If you down bad, pick ya head up
I heard this b*tch wanna make up, uh
I turn around, buy her the necklace, uh
You are not him, you a extra, uh
Bnb, countin' that cheddar (Optera)
You can't do it like me, boy, I'm better
I can't f*ck with you boys, I'm fed up
I tell a rich man get his bread up
If you down bad, pick ya head up

[Outro]
Good music got you scared, b*tch
Optera
I heard this b*tch wanna make up, uh
I turn around, buy her the necklace, uh
You are not him, you a extra, uh
Bnb, countin' that cheddar (Optera)
You can't do it like me, boy, I'm better
I can't f*ck with you boys, I'm fed up (D-D-D-D—)
I tell a rich man get his bread up (D-D-D-D—)
If you down bad, pick ya head up