Oppa Dance
Young Suie up in this bitch
Live from quarantine
But I'm still on my bullshit, let's go
I been on my bullshit now I got the time for that
I been making millies by myself, I ain't gon' lie 'bout that
Boomers giving contracts to the kids, go get your masters back
Independent, bitch, I talk my shit, but where your writers at?
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to cap
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
We got silk suits, bowties in the fucking trap
They call it the trap until you get out then they kill your ass
Mexican flag tatted on my shoulder, proud of who I am
Holdin' up the birds in front the White House, fuck the orange man
Right now they all hate me, find out later that they been a fan
I ain't fucking with that fake love, that ain't in the plans
You would think I'm crazy how I'm crankin' out these records, yeah
I don't even got an engineer 'cause I can't trust a man
Feel like I'm Thug, I'm a thief in the night
Horny lil' bitch ride the dick like a bike
We got this 40, don't play with my money
He bummy, I lowkey be fucking his wife
Make it look easy, I hit that shit twice
I keep me a Glock but I told him let's fight
To make this shit easy, he don't even square up
You know it's a dub, go get on with your life
I got big poles for them big hoes that want big smoke
I done taught the game to my kinfolks
Won't lie for them, this shit war
Like 50 Cent, gotta get rich or die trying so pick up your pistol
If sellin' crystal makes diamonds, get it how you got it
Now your whip cold and your wrist cold for real
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to cap
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to care
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
D.G. that's the muhfuckin' gang bitch
Boom, boom
Yeah, yeah
Boom, boom
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Live from quarantine
But I'm still on my bullshit, let's go
I been on my bullshit now I got the time for that
I been making millies by myself, I ain't gon' lie 'bout that
Boomers giving contracts to the kids, go get your masters back
Independent, bitch, I talk my shit, but where your writers at?
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to cap
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
We got silk suits, bowties in the fucking trap
They call it the trap until you get out then they kill your ass
Mexican flag tatted on my shoulder, proud of who I am
Holdin' up the birds in front the White House, fuck the orange man
Right now they all hate me, find out later that they been a fan
I ain't fucking with that fake love, that ain't in the plans
You would think I'm crazy how I'm crankin' out these records, yeah
I don't even got an engineer 'cause I can't trust a man
Feel like I'm Thug, I'm a thief in the night
Horny lil' bitch ride the dick like a bike
We got this 40, don't play with my money
He bummy, I lowkey be fucking his wife
Make it look easy, I hit that shit twice
I keep me a Glock but I told him let's fight
To make this shit easy, he don't even square up
You know it's a dub, go get on with your life
I got big poles for them big hoes that want big smoke
I done taught the game to my kinfolks
Won't lie for them, this shit war
Like 50 Cent, gotta get rich or die trying so pick up your pistol
If sellin' crystal makes diamonds, get it how you got it
Now your whip cold and your wrist cold for real
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to cap
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
Watch me hit my dance, one foot up kicking, hit the oppa dance
Slide down to the bay, I'm on the west side, where you find me at
Industry ain't fucking with the kid 'cause I don't like to care
Sixteen with a nine up in my pocket, bitch, I'm on your ass
D.G. that's the muhfuckin' gang bitch
Boom, boom
Yeah, yeah
Boom, boom
Skrt, skrt, skrt
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Writer(s): Sergei Gerasimov, Suigeneris Suigeneris
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