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Testo Opps - Toosii

Testo della canzone Opps (Toosii), tratta dall'album Who Dat

Ayy
My niggas out in the field with it
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Ayy
Yeah, I was slidin' on the opp block tryna opp shop, yeah
You niggas ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot ride, yeah
You givin' out names and gettin' your opps locked
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it
My niggas out in the field with it
You wanted smoke, now you dead with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My niggas bang bang from the chain gang to the streets and we drillin' shit
Hollow tips fill up the Draco, that's max ammo, when we spin, bet he feelin' it
Watch how this shit get muddy
You say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cute, she wan' fuck me
We pass her off like a rugby
I take you in, then you lucky
Bitch, I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me
'Cause my heart cold like a husky
Ayy, bitch, I been a real nigga
Choppa gon' fill up the room, yeah
He say he a real hater, uh
Well, he can get swept like a broom, yeah
I heard he a pill getter, uh
We set him up in the noon, yeah
Soon as he pull up, just watch how I pull up and he get put up like balloons, yeah
I'm the shooter and the driver
My bitch, she bad like Madonna
I put her in all this designer
Cougar bitch, I got the hook-up
For keys and trees and Gucci and Fendi and Prada
Hood nigga, I'ma shop with a booster
I want neck like a rooster
You say you true to your religion
Lord, forgive my sins, I ain't talkin' 'bout Buddha
My wrist covered in Flintstones
Trap nigga, need ten phones
Fuck nigga, get pissed on
Two shows, got ten more
I ain't even sign no deal
Nigga, I'm independent
I ain't had to lease no whips
None of my shit be rented
Yeah, I was slidin' on the opp block tryna opp shop, yeah
You niggas ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot ride, yeah
You givin' out names and gettin' your opps locked
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it
My niggas out in the field with it
You wanted smoke, now you dead with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My niggas bang bang from the chain gang to the streets and we drillin' shit
Hollow tips fill up the Draco, that's max ammo, when we spin, bet he feelin' it
Watch how this shit get muddy
You say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cute, she wan' fuck me
We pass her off like a rugby
I take you in, then you lucky
Bitch, I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me
'Cause my heart cold like a husky
Homicides, I'ma shoot
Ride the coupe, your niggas won't ride for you
Hide from who? Try your move
Brodie say, "Why the fuck they tryin' you?"
Die to who? Lord knows I go hard, promise I won't lie to you
You turning your back, I won't cry for you
It won't be no tears in my eyes for you
You know I'm rich, I'm the baller
I'm the head honcho, shot caller
Nick-nack, patty wack, I dog her
You whack, kickback, you guard her
You captain save a hoe
You probably can't name a ho that a nigga ain't hit
Bad bitch, got a gang of those
Got enough for the gang to hold
She slobbin' on dick
You pussy, we know you on opp shit
Get hit with a mopstick
Bruce Lee, got chopsticks
Kel-Tec gon' drop shit
I put a stick to your head
I put your head on a stick
You say you wanted me dead
Well, I pray to God you don't miss, yeah
Yeah, I was slidin' on the opp block tryna opp shop, yeah
You niggas ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot ride, yeah
You givin' out names and gettin' your opps locked
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it
My niggas out in the field with it
You wanted smoke, now you dead with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My niggas bang bang from the chain gang to the streets and we drillin' shit
Hollow tips fill up the Draco, that's max ammo, when we spin, bet he feelin' it
Watch how this shit get muddy
You say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cute, she wan' fuck me
We pass her off like a rugby
I take you in, then you lucky
Bitch, I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me
'Cause my heart cold like a husky



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Writer(s): Clinton Ward, Nau Jour Grainger
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