"TOP OPP" lyrics
(feat. BG Figgstar)
[Heembeezy:]
Mm, mm
Nigga, hit it, mm, mm, mm
Mm, phew
Hmm, hmm
Yeah
She just wanna hang with a top opp (Top opp)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't trust nothin' but this Glock (Nothin' but this Glock)
AMG Benz, this ain't regular one you got (Regular one you got)
I don't wan' hang with niggas, Instagram cops (Blaow, blaow)
Stop it, talkin' 'bout chilli, we got a lot of it (Got a lot of it)
And honestly, we tie niggas up for doin' the poppin' (Phew)
I'm squabblin', the devil, my nigga, I got some problems
Man, nigga, fuck all that friendly shit, I'm tryna rob you, nigga (On dead homies)
Fuck a nigga mean, I ain't trustin' nan' (I ain't trustin' nan')
They say can't no guns for me in the club, I brought the button in (Baow)
Fuck around, I went and crashed the Hemi, bought another Benz (Phew)
I done made a whole half a milli' off of pushin' in (Off of pushin' in)
I don't want a hundred hoes, I need a hundred bands (I need a hundred bands)
Bitch dont wanna fuck when I was broke, I'm finna fuck your friends (Phew)
Couldn't get the— back the, nigga, now I can
He ain't wanna jump up in the field, he wanna type on 'Gram
[BG Figgstar:]
Nigga, bet you heard the Figgy, I'm a top opp
I specialize in bouncin' out, I'm known to bend blocks
I just fucked his baby mama and he still ain't send shots
If me and Beezy in this bitch, then we came with twin chops
All these bitches tryna fuck me, I can't choose, yeah, I got options
I just bust it right on Fig, spot a bitch and I'ma pop it
Niggas lyin' to the bitches, told them lil' niggas stop it
I just bought it for Trish, I pour it up and I'ma drop it
[Heembeezy:]
Hmm, she just wanna hang with the members
Top rank certified go-getter
All of that playin' both sides, I can't get with it
I kicked her out and sent her homegirls with her
[BG Figgstar:]
You can't conversate with me 'cause you don't touch chip
Kickin' bitches all up out the whip if you don't suck dick
I'm famous now so all these bitches wanna fuck quick
Beezy ask me what a nigga need, I need a slut bitch
[Heembeezy:]
She just wanna hang with a top opp (Top opp)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't trust nothin' but this Glock (Nothin' but this Glock)
AMG Benz, this ain't regular one you got (Regular one you got)
I don't wan' hang with niggas, Instagram cops (Blaow, blaow)
Stop it, talkin' 'bout chilli, we got a lot of it (Got a lot of it)
And honestly, we tie niggas up for doin' the poppin'
I'm squabblin', the devil, my nigga, I got some problems
Man, nigga, fuck all that friendly shit, I'm tryna rob you, nigga
Mm, mm
Nigga, hit it, mm, mm, mm
Mm, phew
Hmm, hmm
Yeah
She just wanna hang with a top opp (Top opp)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't trust nothin' but this Glock (Nothin' but this Glock)
AMG Benz, this ain't regular one you got (Regular one you got)
I don't wan' hang with niggas, Instagram cops (Blaow, blaow)
Stop it, talkin' 'bout chilli, we got a lot of it (Got a lot of it)
And honestly, we tie niggas up for doin' the poppin' (Phew)
I'm squabblin', the devil, my nigga, I got some problems
Man, nigga, fuck all that friendly shit, I'm tryna rob you, nigga (On dead homies)
Fuck a nigga mean, I ain't trustin' nan' (I ain't trustin' nan')
They say can't no guns for me in the club, I brought the button in (Baow)
Fuck around, I went and crashed the Hemi, bought another Benz (Phew)
I done made a whole half a milli' off of pushin' in (Off of pushin' in)
I don't want a hundred hoes, I need a hundred bands (I need a hundred bands)
Bitch dont wanna fuck when I was broke, I'm finna fuck your friends (Phew)
Couldn't get the— back the, nigga, now I can
He ain't wanna jump up in the field, he wanna type on 'Gram
[BG Figgstar:]
Nigga, bet you heard the Figgy, I'm a top opp
I specialize in bouncin' out, I'm known to bend blocks
I just fucked his baby mama and he still ain't send shots
If me and Beezy in this bitch, then we came with twin chops
All these bitches tryna fuck me, I can't choose, yeah, I got options
I just bust it right on Fig, spot a bitch and I'ma pop it
Niggas lyin' to the bitches, told them lil' niggas stop it
I just bought it for Trish, I pour it up and I'ma drop it
[Heembeezy:]
Hmm, she just wanna hang with the members
Top rank certified go-getter
All of that playin' both sides, I can't get with it
I kicked her out and sent her homegirls with her
[BG Figgstar:]
You can't conversate with me 'cause you don't touch chip
Kickin' bitches all up out the whip if you don't suck dick
I'm famous now so all these bitches wanna fuck quick
Beezy ask me what a nigga need, I need a slut bitch
[Heembeezy:]
She just wanna hang with a top opp (Top opp)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't trust nothin' but this Glock (Nothin' but this Glock)
AMG Benz, this ain't regular one you got (Regular one you got)
I don't wan' hang with niggas, Instagram cops (Blaow, blaow)
Stop it, talkin' 'bout chilli, we got a lot of it (Got a lot of it)
And honestly, we tie niggas up for doin' the poppin'
I'm squabblin', the devil, my nigga, I got some problems
Man, nigga, fuck all that friendly shit, I'm tryna rob you, nigga
