Opp Shit

[Hook]
I gave her a molly and a Percocet
Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack
I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed
Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest
Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp shit

[Verse 1]
Niggas steady muggin', we gon' get 'em right
Pussy, fix yo face, I ain't gon' say it twice!
Bitch, I ride with 30's, and that's day or night
We don't stop for police or no red lights
I just popped a Xan 'cause the night long
I be going in like I don't write songs
Way before this rap, I had my pipe on
I just fucked this bitch, I kept my Mike's on
They say: “What you smokin'?”
I say: “O.G. Gas Bag”
I be so damn high that I be gettin' jacked last
She say I can put my kids all on that fast ass
I'm like: “Baby, do you wanna fuck me that bad?”
I'ma get the G's tatted on me because I'm Gucci
Mr. Blow A Bag, I got the check and went to Louie, ayy
Bitches be so thirsty, they be throwin' me the coochie, ayy
I just boned a yellow bone from Philly and she boujie, yeah

[Hook]
I gave her a molly and a Percocet
Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack
I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed
Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest
Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp shit

[Verse 2]
Before I caught my case, I had the semi on me
Tadoe on the TEC, so you don't hear me, homie
I know that you fake, I see it clearly, homie
And if you ain't real, you can't come near me, homie
Smith & Wesson on me when I'm in the slums
Boy, I love that Glizzy, that's my favorite gun
I'm not just a rapper, bitch, I play with drums
Way before this clout, I used to spray for fun
Take a nigga out, bitch, it's night-night
I'm a vampire, I love night lights
Seven for a show, bitch, that's my price
Had to kick her out, she wasn't my type
And my team, we winnin'
Bitch, I get that check and spend it
All about my business, I'm in love with green, no spinach
All them windows tinted, in them vans, them sticks is in it
Get a nigga finished, tryna act tough for a image, yeah

[Hook]
I gave her a molly and a Percocet
Foe 'nem catchin' bodies off a triple stack
I'm gon' get respect because I know I'm blessed
Hit him in his chest, he should've wore a vest
Bitch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any nigga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp shit