Oppenheimer lyrics

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(byekyle)
1Hunnit

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Look, I got an RPG with switch, I think I'm Oppenheimer
It's for you weenie-ass n*ggas, little Oscar Mayers
Turn his hood to Halloween, he think he Michael Myers
We drop fish uncooked with double-basket fryers
Chop sing with a hand movement, DSM the choir
I'm on a three-way call, I think I'm Liz McGuire
Cut this n*gga t-shirt open, I think he wearin' a wire
I got some beef to wrinkle out, I'll go and grab the iron

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Everything I do be exotic sh*t, next, I might grab a tiger
Tell everybody, "You wanna see some crazy sh*t?" Set his ass on fire
I know a n*gga had a baby'd catch a body for a pack of diapers
For twenty thousand, go arrange his funеral, they all comin' behind you
Sale triеd to come and get some weed to smoke before he worked, that sh*t got him fired
Opened up a 'bow bag of the 'za and I just got new buyers
Burned up the Scat Pack doin' donuts and we just— alright
Burned up the Scat Pack doin' donuts and we just got new tires

[Verse 3: Prince Jefe]
b*tch, I'm smokin' Gumbo
One band, one sound, I looked up and heard the drumroll
You gon' have to send an invoice, it's just one more
I'd rather go blind, I can't see 'em through this gun smoke
Five lines, when they ring, I know what they want
Clearin' BoAs, it's a dub, she walk out the door
Monkey on my back, this ain't no BAPE, I'm tryna poke
Cut the block and box him in, he ain't got nowhere to go
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
n*ggas do anything for a dollar, n*ggas broke
This a micro Drac', got it hangin' out my coat
It get cold outside, two bands for a coat
I'm doin' deals right now, two bands for a song
I got pressure in my 'Wood, lil' n*gga, this sh*t strong
Five-seveN bullets go straight through, they break bones
My n*gga locked up in the feds, he got a phone
It's a switch on this b*tch, just aim for the dome

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
My b*tch beggin' me for Bottega
For that cheese, get 'em chopped like a bodega
Gotta roll at least an eighth, I can't blow vacs
Somewhere in the mountains, phone actin' like it's no data
Everybody want a verse nowadays
All these b*tches want a purse nowadays
That sh*t crazy, ain't it?
Lil' boy stealin' sauce, you a baby Plankton
It's a long line to the top, that sh*t had made me patient