"YOP 4 A OPP" lyrics
Heembeezy & Fivestardjay Lyrics
(Ayy, Slime, turn that shit up)
Yeah, I came from the bottom to the top
I'm countin' blue hundreds, I been sippin' on Wock'
Like hell nah, I can't live without the Glock
Leave me 'lone, lil' bitch, I'm gettin' guap
Like, nigga, what it is? Keep a yop for an opp
I got bullets for your kids, if you talkin', they gettin' popped
I remember pullin' skits, slidin' down on niggas' blocks
Now I'm busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top
Like Benz from a Focus, baby, I ain't think you'd notice
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm frozen, she gon' fuck me 'cause I'm chosen
Yeah my bitch, she pretty, Puerto Rican, pussy wet, you know I dove in
Trackhawk Jeep, bitch, this ain't no Ford Focus (Ayy, Slime, turn that shit up)
Yeah, I get my own money and my own guap
Niggas flexin' phony money and his homie Glock
Sent the bitch a black truck, fuck me out my socks
Nigga wanna act tough, bitch, I got thirty shots
Bitch, I got thirty rounds
You got all that booty, bitch, let me see it bounce
You got a BBL, she do hair and she do nails
Went to school to be a nurse, so she got good health
We put your brother in the blender, that nigga broke the scale
On my own, ran up a hundred, I ain't need no help
The opps ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm tryna up my wealth
Thinkin' 'bout them risks I took when I look at myself
I pray the Lord, I repent all them sins I commit
I hope I can be forgiven, I know God watchin'
I be fuckin' with them niggas that walkin' with chopsticks
I know I gotta watch my lane, I'm the trendin' topic (Ayy, Slime, turn that shit up)
We came from the bottom to the top, know it's a blessing
No, you better not run up, boy, I'm clutchin' on my Smith & Wesson, naw
I got Perkies in my body, got me geeked up
Know it's everybodyK and I don't need no one
Yeah, I came from the bottom to the top
I'm countin' blue hundreds, I been sippin' on Wock'
Like hell nah, I can't live without the Glock
Leave me 'lone, lil' bitch, I'm gettin' guap
Like, nigga, what it is? Keep a yop for an opp
I got bullets for your kids, if you talkin', they gettin' popped
I remember pullin' skits, slidin' down on niggas' blocks
Now I'm busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top, like
Yeah, I came from the bottom to the top
I'm countin' blue hundreds, I been sippin' on Wock'
Like hell nah, I can't live without the Glock
Leave me 'lone, lil' bitch, I'm gettin' guap
Like, nigga, what it is? Keep a yop for an opp
I got bullets for your kids, if you talkin', they gettin' popped
I remember pullin' skits, slidin' down on niggas' blocks
Now I'm busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top
Like Benz from a Focus, baby, I ain't think you'd notice
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm frozen, she gon' fuck me 'cause I'm chosen
Yeah my bitch, she pretty, Puerto Rican, pussy wet, you know I dove in
Trackhawk Jeep, bitch, this ain't no Ford Focus (Ayy, Slime, turn that shit up)
Yeah, I get my own money and my own guap
Niggas flexin' phony money and his homie Glock
Sent the bitch a black truck, fuck me out my socks
Nigga wanna act tough, bitch, I got thirty shots
Bitch, I got thirty rounds
You got all that booty, bitch, let me see it bounce
You got a BBL, she do hair and she do nails
Went to school to be a nurse, so she got good health
We put your brother in the blender, that nigga broke the scale
On my own, ran up a hundred, I ain't need no help
The opps ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I'm tryna up my wealth
Thinkin' 'bout them risks I took when I look at myself
I pray the Lord, I repent all them sins I commit
I hope I can be forgiven, I know God watchin'
I be fuckin' with them niggas that walkin' with chopsticks
I know I gotta watch my lane, I'm the trendin' topic (Ayy, Slime, turn that shit up)
We came from the bottom to the top, know it's a blessing
No, you better not run up, boy, I'm clutchin' on my Smith & Wesson, naw
I got Perkies in my body, got me geeked up
Know it's everybodyK and I don't need no one
Yeah, I came from the bottom to the top
I'm countin' blue hundreds, I been sippin' on Wock'
Like hell nah, I can't live without the Glock
Leave me 'lone, lil' bitch, I'm gettin' guap
Like, nigga, what it is? Keep a yop for an opp
I got bullets for your kids, if you talkin', they gettin' popped
I remember pullin' skits, slidin' down on niggas' blocks
Now I'm busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top, like
