Opps Over There lyrics

by

Chris Sails


[Intro]-
I think K-Town did this beat, this b*tch hard
It’s another K-Town beat

[Chorus]-
Shh, I think it’s opps over there
*gunshots*
That’s a opp in the air
Aye twin, I just met a bad b*tch and she ain’t even let me f*ck
She think because she made me wait, she think a n*gga just gone cuff
Now she talking ‘bout her n*gga
Talking ‘bout he f*cking up
I’m like shut up b*tch and come and suck me up
She like what we doing?
b*tch, I’m tryna f*ck
You would think I robbed the b*tch, the way she gave the pus*y up
She think she lit, she f*cked a rapper
Man thеse hoes dumb
I’m like b*tch gonе get yo money up
Let me f*ck you with this perc di*k
Come here b*tch stop running
*clap clap clap clap clap clap clap*
Shh, I think it’s opps over there
*gunshots*
That’s a opp in the air
Aye twin, I just met a bad b*tch and she ain’t even let me f*ck
She think because she made me wait, she think a n*gga just gone cuff
[Verse]-
She think she feeling on my di*k
Nah baby, that’s my Glock
She like, why you turn the lights on?
Baby, that’s my watch
And how you wanna rich n*gga you ain’t even got no car
I dog hoes, baby cause I ain’t no heart
Youngin on this sh*t, I got more money than yo big homie
Shots up in the air, fye fye, yea that stick on me
Blick on me, n*ggas died tried to put a lick on me
How I got more money than yo big homie?
Yea
You ain’t a f*ck me in the trap, then you can’t f*ck me in this mansion
I just left the club put my diamonds steady dancing
I dog hoes, not just one, but all hoes
Whole gang iced out, n*gga, we all froze

[Chorus]-
Shh, I think it’s opps over there
*gunshots*
That’s a opp in the air
Aye twin, I just met a bad b*tch and she ain’t even let me f*ck
She think because she made me wait, she think a n*gga just gone cuff
Now she talking ‘bout her n*gga
Talking ‘bout he f*cking up
I’m like shut up b*tch and come and suck me up
She like what we doing?
b*tch, I’m tryna f*ck
You would think I robbed the b*tch, the way she gave the pus*y up
She think she lit, she f*cked a rapper
Man these hoes dumb
I’m like b*tch gone get yo money up
Let me f*ck you with this perc di*k
Come here b*tch stop running
*clap clap clap clap clap clap clap*
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