Opp Party (feat. DrewIsABoss & Pat Guwop)

All the opps invited to the party
Ain't no kumbaya, is you retarded?
She done slopped me, I done got her started
I can't fuck no white bitch 'less she gnarly
I don't know how to say I'm sorry, gas in like I farted
I don't know how to say I'm sorry, I just took yo heart and played my role
I just play my part in what I got my heart in
I'm on go, bitch I'm working late, bitch I'm not watching Martin
You could get away with the shit that they don't say
You could get erased with the utensils in my place
Once you get a taste, you gon' make a face
I ain't tryna chase, you running for your sake
I'ma do this shit in order, I can't wait
Bitch I know you took your order, but you gon' wait
Bitch I pull up weed man time, bitch I ain't late
Now I'm all up in her spine, bitch that's a date

All the bops invited to the party
She gon' shake it if she grew it or she bought it
If she choosing then you losing, I can't call it
I can't help it if I'm wealthy, bitch I'm balling
I hear 'em calling my name, what is a nigga to do?
I'm getting high as a plane and headed to Kalamazoo
Baby your boyfriend a lame, I'm sorry for telling the truth
And I mean it's really a shame, 'cause you could be dancing in jewels
Baby, tell me who knew
(What I say?)
If I'm getting paid, I walk in
All these fucking thots in the function
Invited all the opps to the function
And we screaming "Fuck the cops" in the function

Baby you could get a Telfar, it ain't nothing
But if you want a Neverfull, you gotta show me something
We booming oranges in the fall, I ain't talking pumpkins
My shooter don't play with niggas, foenem think he Uncle Ruckus
Any move that come my way, real deal slatt, you ain't my blood
Lil' baby I can't lay, I got custoes need drugs
They like, "Wop, how you up?"
I be trapping, bussin' juggs
Power strip in this shit, boy I got a couple plugs
How that boy get out so fast? Don't take a genius to see he told
My shorty say he fucked up, get a rental, hit that road
My bitch badder than her friends but I'm still trying to fuck them hoes
Every time I touch a fin, I get a new pair of white lows
Aye, shooters with me and they killing for free
He ain't like that, he just gangster on beats
Feel like D. Wade, over east with the heat
I DM'd your bitch 'cause I heard she a freak
It's three on my fleece and a fin on my feet
Her friends trying to fuck 'cause they know that I cheat
Rob you for your shit, you gon' tell me "Capisce"
He thought he was tough, now that boy in a reef
Touched six tens, bitch I feel like Shareef
Catch an opp off the drank like, "Nigga stay sleep"
On my phone for the pros, they can't eat
If you want bows, come see me