Opp Boyz - Yungeen Ace

Oh, yeah, you know who the opps, niggas just be speakin', like

You, you know I ain’t speakin' for my own, this shit been the truth, you know?

Oh, shit, a nigga know I ain’t duckin' no action, though

I don’t hear what?

What up?

(Cutta, we rich)

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside

I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind

And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me

Bitch, I’m 'bout my business, so fuck nigga, don’t tempt me

Got four hundred shots in this car

Steady smokin' dead opps in this Glock

Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up

Boy, you broke as fuck, tell that nigga put his mans up

Same ass excuse, this shit shootin' out the Drac'

Free, I hope you beat this murder case

If you’re lookin' for my mega money in the trap

Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped

No, I ain’t friendly with these rappers, I know all these niggas cap

in my city, put my city on the map

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside

I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind

And I know

I got mad love for my bros

I don’t make a move without my pole

I know how this street shit go, oh

I ain’t suuwoo, but I wanna see blood

No handout, you I got it out the mud

Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the show though

They cut my footsteps and knock off the show

Saw my nigga down bad, told 'em some work for 'em

I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me

Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me

Ain’t gon' stop 'til my body underground, six feet

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside

I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind