Richer Then My Opps lyrics

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
To be honest, I don't know where my roof went
Realest in this sh*t, I can show you were the proof is
Really in them streets, all them young n*ggas clueless
Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks

[Verse 1: AFN Peso]
Head on a swivel, like I'm dodging the crack bay
Drop top coupe, on my wrist is a scat pack
Come to think about it, I was the one that they laughed at
Treat the b*tch like a skip, she don't ever get ran back
Stack it to the moon, 'cus I don't know no different
A.M.G. Benz, I don't do no ceilings
Smoking kill bill, I don't do no midget
I hit the b*tch with a rubber, I don't do no feelings
Two hoеs, one Peso's a movie
Put hеr face in the pillow, you a groupie
Bust on both of them hoes like an Uzi
And I got both of them hoes like a two piece
I'm the real thing, these other n*ggas imposters
Paint his head red, that's for thinking he hot stuff
Semi automatic, make you n*ggas [?]
To the top with this sh*t, man, who think they gon' stop us?
The club in my section, [?]
I think they broke [?] he can never be me
I'm throwing 1's in the club, so n*ggas can't see me
I disappear on you n*ggas, like Hudini
Keep it quiet on the phone, like I'm ducking a fed case
Contract season, n*gga, you going for first place
I don't know these n*ggas, how these n*ggas just [?]
How they speaking on my name, when they hoes in the first place?
Now tell me
Do that make sense?
Running up them mills, need a deal with a blank check
Fake ass n*gga on my di*k, I'm in his b*tch neck
I don't do no talking, n*gga want it, he can get wacked
I don't do no talking, n*gga want it, he can get wacked
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Made a play for my n*ggas, we gon' get it in
Snuck the pole in the club, had to get it in
n*ggas came a long way back from sipping jin
Rose Gold [?] fifth [?]
Spent 5000 on my fit, I f*cked the money up
Got a new Pattec bust, cost 200 bucks
You ain't never caught a body, you can't roll with us
Hundred opps, got a hundred chops, we gon' run them up
Them n*ggas ran off with your work, your bag loose
Shoot a n*gga in his shirt, knock his tag loose
Before I had anything, b*tch, I had juice
I be in the slums everyday, you just ran through
But if they send sh*t my way, we sending shots back
Treat a n*gga like a van, knock his top back
Blue rag on a chop, but the Glock black
f*ck them n*ggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that
n*gga
f*ck them n*ggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
To be honest, I don't know where my roof went
Realest in this sh*t, I can show you were the proof is
Really in them streets, all them young n*ggas clueless
Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks
[Verse 3: AFN Peso]
Playing with some money that these n*ggas ain't touched
Black chopper on me, I ain't come here to clutch
Talking this and that, but it was what it was
Yeah, it is what it is, they ain't done what I done
All glory to God, I ain't been this hot
I've been going so hard, think this sh*t from the pot
That's a hundred grand easy, when I'm bending your block
We be talking that money, and we talking a lot
Eh young Pes, f*ck with me, never
G [?] sweater
And I ain't never worried, this sh*t just stunt
50 K on my chain, tell your jewler add it up
Richer than my opps, tell them n*ggas I'll prove it
In the pandemic, n*gga, business is booming
Chilling with a ten, [?] just cooling
[?] you can pick you a tooly, n*gga