Opponent

You ain't gang nigga, you is not my homie nigga
You what a real friend, you was my opponent nigga
You what a real nigga, you what'n my homie Nigga

You ain't gang nigga, you is not my homie
Say I was broke last month, but now I'm on it nigga
Got off my ass had to get straight, to the money nigga
Say I been selling all these pees, getting this money
In then I hopped up on the track, and it start coming nigga
I hit that pussy from the back, she started cumin nigga
I eat that pussy from the east back she fstarted running
Then I hopped on my whip, to get my money nigga
These bitches actin boosie, it ain't nun
Say I need 20 for my show, or I ain't coming
Og always told me, stick to the original code
These bitches ack like niggas, niggas be acting like hoes
Bitches love my essences, tell her come and see my show
Im smoking on loud, u no my shit always be strong
I'm sending hoes, for a major wager aye
I'm off the syrup, but I'm really never lazy
Aye

Nigga saving Hoe's, trying to save the flavor
Only thing I'm saving, is my fucking paper
She ain't my bitch, she ain't make the wager
It ain't pimping and pandering, if u stacking paper
I had to give her the essences, only in demonstration
Had to show her the ism, only in illustration
Bitches wanting attention, that I can't even pay um
Niggas just like bitches, really be writing statements
I be smoking this cookie, feeling like Im Jamaican
Can't fuck with to many nigga, cuz really be snaking
I be sippin with sippin, smoking
On cookie flagrant
All this essences im spitting, polygamy pimping baby
Why they hating Lil Rifa, Nigga get to the paper
Only give out fee game, cuz these bitch be faking
These niggas ain't gang, these niggas is fony
They really ain't real, they ass really opponents



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Writer(s): Rifa P Rolli
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