I Hate The Opp

Crouton on the shit, yo

This no purple haze
This is green, check my nine, mean
Opp is in my house, got some friends
Tryna make a scene, like
Get the fuck off my dick
I'm tryna keep it clean
Sometimes it get too big
For my fuckin' skinny jeans
We shot a couple rounds
Got the cops up in my house
Slip a little cash
Suddenly, now they're all out
That opp don't have no money
And they're workin' like the girl scouts
Pussy ass bitch, get a bag, no takeout

Pull up back to Blacksburg, bitch
Yeah that's where I stay now (Jacob, yeah yeah)
Opp tried to rob me
But my money's all in PayPal (Jacob, yeah yeah)
Your bitch ask me to come over
Yeah, I'm on the way now (Jacob, yeah yeah)
New glock got a dot
Bought a brand new watch
Pull up to your nine to five, I'm shootin' up your job
Pull up to your fuckin' house and turn you to a blob
Opp tried to rob me, but that fucker got rocked
Bitches try to to call me, but these bitches been blocked

This is a shakedown, you little bitches better talk
If you think bout runnin' up my block, you better walk
Yeah that opp's a senior, got retired by my glock
Another opp's body made a outline with the chalk

Sheesh! I don't fuck with broke hoes
I got a mommy callin' up on my cell phone
Fuck you need, bitch? I been tryna make dough
I hung up, and ate a three piece combo

Three opps
Three shots
Three bodies
Three cops
Three bottles of the yock
Three piece combo

Two bricks
Two sticks
I been totin' big shit
Two hits
Big licks
Choppa got big tits

Opp ain't got no bitches in their phone
Cuz they're all in mine
All I see is green (Hoo!)
Money make me colorblind
Jacob why you hate the opp so much?
How could I not?
Jacob why you hot?
Cuz bitch I hate the opp

Got too many guns, bitch
I maxed out my credit card
Everyone my sons, yeah
But I am not the bodyguard
My choppa made of sticks that I took from the damn cops
Extension with a dick, all because I hate the damn opp



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Writer(s): Colton Game
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