Opp Stoppa lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir & 21 Savage]
21, pus*y, pus*y
Shh, shh, sheesh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass n*ggas, weird ass n*ggas, man
Like, what are all these n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
Ice cream ass n*ggas
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)

[Bridge: YBN Nahmir]
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, b*tch, we get it started
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, n*gga, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f*ckin' 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

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
All these tattoos on my f*ckin' body, she say I'm a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna f*ck me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of f*ckin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my n*gga Rodney
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
A n*gga 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*gga with me if they gon' snitch on us
[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f*ckin' 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

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Big dawg Savage (21), toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)
Ratchet b*tch suck me while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)
Lil' Mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
My model b*tch 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*tch, I don't need no coaster (Facts)
Opps want promotion (pus*y), we put 'em on a poster (pus*y)
I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pus*y)
My watch ten bricks (God sh*t)
Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
b*tch, 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)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this f*ckin' 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*ckin' 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