RIDING WIT OPPS

Phew
Why you ridin' with opps? (Why the fuck you ridin' with the opps?)
Huh, now that boy a opp (what, is he stupid?)
Phew, bitch, mm-mm-mm
Ha, ha, ha, ha

He don't want smoke with gang (uh-uh), ridin' with opps (sliden')
All these fucking bands (ha), pilen' on us (grrr)
Check just hit the bank, fuck the playin', bitch I'm rich (oh yuh)
Pull up in a foreign, middle fingers while I drift
Bands all in my Lewis, I'm in love with gettin' dough
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, I'm dripped from head to toe (oh my, oh)
Diamond really fly, la-la, diamond really glow (pew)
Shawty talkin' blah, blah, blah, bitch, I gotta go (I'm out)

2022, tell my bro, "I'm finna blow" (on God)
January came around, I had 'em all like, "whoa" (hoh)
"How the fuck you do it?" Son I'm quick, I don't know
Little do they know, I got a angel on my phone

(Cashout)
And they taught me all the secrets (you finna blow up soon)
Told me all that shit I gotta know
You next up for real, you the GOAT (he don't want smoke with gang, ridin' with opps)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (all these fucking bands, pilen' on us)

Huh! He don't want smoke with gang (uh-uh), ridin' with opps (sliden')
All these fucking bands (ha), pilen' on us (grrr)
Check just hit the bank, fuck the playin', bitch, I'm rich (oh yuh)
Pull up in a foreign, middle fingers while I drift (hahaha)
Bands all in my Lewis, I'm in love with gettin' dough
Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, I'm dripped from head to toe (oh my, oh)
Diamond really fly, la-la, diamond really glow (pew)
Shawty talkin' blah, blah, blah, bitch, I gotta go



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Writer(s): Michael Andrew Barbaro
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