Opp sh*t lyrics

[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
b*tch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any n*gga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp sh*t

[Verse 1]
n*ggas steady muggin', we gon' get 'em right
pus*y, fix yo face, I ain't gon' say it twice!
b*tch, 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 f*cked this b*tch, 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 f*ck 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
b*tches 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
b*tch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any n*gga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp sh*t

[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, b*tch, I play with drums
Way before this clout, I used to spray for fun
Take a n*gga out, b*tch, it's night-night
I'm a vampire, I love night lights
Seven for a show, b*tch, that's my price
Had to kick her out, she wasn't my type
And my team, we winnin'
b*tch, 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 n*gga 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
b*tch, don't make me pull up with them mop sticks
We got all them 50's and them chop sticks
Any n*gga playing, he get dropped quick
You know we don't tolerate no opp sh*t