Opp
It's little Ms.Never Miss
Never hit a lick & ain't benefit
Thank you for the EBT welfare it benefited
Me at a time, when my mother ain't have a single dime
Going harder than these niggas in they prime
So I must be, in my prime too
Maple syrup, pour it on my waffles
Bank account on obtuse
Got a shorty and she sing like Badu
Every time she licking on my tattoos
That's going to come with top too
Top 2, that's a joke you must've dictated
Cause I been the one, no wonder why they imitated
Started making moves, now randoms claim that we related
It's almost like you never knew me, till my paper came in
Like my grind is so gracious
House is so spacious
Making jaws drop, call the doctor for a face lift
I was so patient
You was so blatant
When you looked me in the eyes and I said I'll never make it
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You opp
You opp
You opp
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
Tell me what it do
Left you at the red light district
You want to spin back
But, you can't
You cannot spin back now
Everything they said I wouldn't acquire
Inspired every wire that I had inside me to fire up
Please believe me
I make the struggle look easy
Niggas I'm rolling with, always is so legit, tell em it's up and they squeezing
Call the
Beast, I put on for the BX for sure
And I ain't sliding to the spot
Unless a check in the drawer
You is not tricking me, I been officially trained by the army you know
I am too militant, vigilant, efficient I'm real and you faux
I stand straight when you fold
I stay paid and you don't
I get ate off the bone
Said it's up, like a drone
The flows immaculate, it's accurate, I'm taking it home
If you ain't jacking it, just come and take a look at my throne
Like my grind is so gracious
House is so spacious
Making jaws drop, call the doctor for a face lift
I was so patient
You was so blatant
When you looked me in the eyes and I said I'll never make it
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You opp
You opp
You opp
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
Tell me what it do
Left you at the red light district
You want to spin back
But, you can't
Never hit a lick & ain't benefit
Thank you for the EBT welfare it benefited
Me at a time, when my mother ain't have a single dime
Going harder than these niggas in they prime
So I must be, in my prime too
Maple syrup, pour it on my waffles
Bank account on obtuse
Got a shorty and she sing like Badu
Every time she licking on my tattoos
That's going to come with top too
Top 2, that's a joke you must've dictated
Cause I been the one, no wonder why they imitated
Started making moves, now randoms claim that we related
It's almost like you never knew me, till my paper came in
Like my grind is so gracious
House is so spacious
Making jaws drop, call the doctor for a face lift
I was so patient
You was so blatant
When you looked me in the eyes and I said I'll never make it
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You opp
You opp
You opp
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
Tell me what it do
Left you at the red light district
You want to spin back
But, you can't
You cannot spin back now
Everything they said I wouldn't acquire
Inspired every wire that I had inside me to fire up
Please believe me
I make the struggle look easy
Niggas I'm rolling with, always is so legit, tell em it's up and they squeezing
Call the
Beast, I put on for the BX for sure
And I ain't sliding to the spot
Unless a check in the drawer
You is not tricking me, I been officially trained by the army you know
I am too militant, vigilant, efficient I'm real and you faux
I stand straight when you fold
I stay paid and you don't
I get ate off the bone
Said it's up, like a drone
The flows immaculate, it's accurate, I'm taking it home
If you ain't jacking it, just come and take a look at my throne
Like my grind is so gracious
House is so spacious
Making jaws drop, call the doctor for a face lift
I was so patient
You was so blatant
When you looked me in the eyes and I said I'll never make it
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
You opp
You opp
You opp
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't just lonely
You copped out
You ain't my homie you opp
You ain't my homie you opp
Tell me what it do
Left you at the red light district
You want to spin back
But, you can't
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Writer(s): Savannah Gonzalez
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