Real Oppy lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
Tahj Money
What?
Look

[Chorus: King Von]
Man, n*ggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start sh*t (What?)
In this b*tch, they play the opps' sh*t (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let sh*t slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these n*ggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over therе (What? Huh?)

[Verse 1: King Von]
I'm colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My nеck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin' beats (Yeah)
They gon' give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain't scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin' chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, "What was said?"
If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass
And if that b*tch get mad and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain't Woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I'm gettin' loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (Nah)
Get caught, I ain't do it (Nah)
[Chorus: King Von]
Man, n*ggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start sh*t (What?)
In this b*tch, they play the opps' sh*t (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let sh*t slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these n*ggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
It's like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin' with my mans (Yeah)
He don't want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that n*gga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that sh*t again (Uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)
I stay talkin' cash sh*t, we got all the Ms
I can't get her off my di*k, this lil' b*tch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got n*ggas blammed up
Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (Right now)
I'll point this b*tch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the f*ck you n*ggas starin' for?
[Chorus: King Von]
Man, n*ggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start sh*t (What?)
In this b*tch, they play the opps' sh*t (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let sh*t slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these n*ggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)