Opp sh*t lyrics

[Chorus]
It ain’t no sense in making diss songs, that sh*t ain’t really gangsta
When we put your face up on the news, n*gga thats gon’ make you famous
Told my choppa Imma get it a record deal ‘cuz it be singin’
Told my momma, “n*gga play with me in that field and I’m gon spank ‘em”
I smoke weed everywhere I go, just like a Jamacian
White b*tch askin for this anaconda, you know I ain’t racist
Tell that hoe go ‘head and bend it over, you know I ain’t fakin
When you runnin’ up your money, pus*y n*ggas gon’ keep hatin
I stick to the code


[Verse 1]
Trap house with the hunnids on the floor, n*gga we on go
b*tch think Ima trick out for my dough, she must be on coke
I can’t turn you into no housewife, ‘cuz I know you a hoe
[?], b*tch I lovе you, I know you’ll blow
Hit the club and grab some bad b*tches, I need three or morе
And I’m not stickin’ ‘round to pop no bottles, I’ll take ‘em to go
I keep it official like a ref with a whistle, fasho
AR15 and I’m gon’ blow

[Chorus]
It ain’t no sense in making diss songs, that sh*t ain’t really gangsta
When we put your face up on the news, n*gga thats gon’ make you famous
Told my choppa Imma get it a record deal ‘cuz it be singin’
Told my momma, “n*gga play with me in that field and I’m gon’ spank ‘em”
I smoke weed everywhere I go, just like a Jamacian
White b*tch askin for this anaconda, you know I ain’t racist
Tell that hoe go ‘head and bend it over, you know I ain’t fakin
When you runnin’ up your money, pus*y n*ggas gon’ keep hatin
I stick to the code

[Verse 2]
And all these n*ggas, they be fakin’
Pull up on you with this wopstick, then hop out and get to blazin’
I ain’t from New York City but this b*tch here gon’ have you Harlem Shakin’
On a perc 30, this hoe hopped on the di*k, then wen’t crazy
Nah your jewelry ain’t no water n*gga, that sh*t look fugaze
Why you put sh*t on your momma n*gga? That’s who the f*ck made me
f*ck a b*tch without no condom, I do that, I’d be crazy
Say she pregnant, I’m like Michael Jackson, no that ain’t my baby
All this pressure got my eyes low, I feel like I’m an asian
n*gga make a diss, you know when we catch ‘em we gon paint ‘em
Show ya, let’s go to the bank, I think I got another banger
Thats on everything
(This that sh*t that make you flip an opp)


[Chorus]
It ain’t no sense in making diss songs, that sh*t ain’t really gangsta
When we put your face up on the news, n*gga thats gon’ make you famous
Told my choppa Imma get it a record deal ‘cuz it be singin’
Told my momma, “n*gga play with me in that field and I’m gon’ spank ‘em”
I smoke weed everywhere I go, just like a Jamacian
White b*tch askin for this anaconda, you know I ain’t racist
Tell that hoe go ‘head and bend it over, you know I ain’t fakin
When you runnin’ up your money, pus*y n*ggas gon’ keep hatin
I stick to the code