Opp Bxtch lyrics
by Certified Trapper
{Chorus}
f*ckin' on a opp b*tch
n*gga know it's opp sh*t, pop sh*t
n*gga play with me, get popped, b*tch
Ridin' 'round switchy on the Glock, b*tch
Ride past, get his whole block hit
All skin and bones, you is not thick
That's a couple dollars, b*tch you not rich
{Verse}
f*ckin' on a opp b*tch
On the east, I get to tweakin', and I pop b*tch
Met a lil' pretty b*tch up on Fox 6
That lil' ho can break my heart, but can't stop sh*t
n*gga I make the bag move
Put the boy, mixed it up, like my tattoo
Had to f*ck twenty off for that crack move
Ayoo might have got knocked with the bricks too
These go through anything, 7.62's
On the east I hit the gas, hit a wee-woo
Who the f*ck is dude? Who the f*ck is you?
Plug know me, n*gga, I run through a 'hunnid fast
Put a number on it
Put the plate down, sеll for a 'hunnid bags
n*gga, last month sent the 'hunnid back
Last week I done spеnt a 'hunnid racks
And my bank man damn near hit a- f*ck
And my bank man said I reached the f*cking max
Man, my di*k too hairy, I need a f*ckin' wax
{Chorus}
f*ckin' on a opp b*tch
n*gga know it's opp sh*t, pop sh*t
n*gga play with me, get popped, b*tch
Ridin' 'round switchy on the Glock, b*tch
Ride past, get his whole block hit
All skin and bones, you is not thick
That's a couple dollars, b*tch you not rich