"Broke Opps" lyrics
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Von
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
I popped me a Perky, a 30
I'm higher than a bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect (Ain't nobody perfect)
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner (Huh? What?)
I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin' (Ain't nobody servin')
Get booked 'cause somebody workin' (Somebody workin')
He told, I know that's for certain (I know that's for certain)
Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains (I'm closin' his curtains)
We scored another conversion (Boom, boom)
Designer Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas (Feel like it's Christmas)
Speakin' of Christmas
Come get your ho, I be climbin' all up in her chimney (All up in her chimney)
We sharin' the ho if she friendly (She friendly)
Ain't see him, he gone, he missin' (He missin')
Won't see me in the back of a Bentley (What? What?)
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented (Boom, boom)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
My niggas, they're too official (Uh-huh)
Send a text, they get right with you (Get right with you)
Y'all was somewhere playin' monkey in the middle (Huh? Huh?)
We was tryin' to put on for some guns when I was little (Boom, boom)
If he still alive, we gon' meet him at the 'spital (Meet him at the 'spital)
On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle (Talk in a riddle)
Ho said she love me, she gone tat' my initials (Tat' my initials)
Nigga move foul, get to blowin' like a whistle (Boom, boom)
Fuck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri and Gucci and Prada and shit (What? Huh? Huh? Huh? Boom, boom)
When I go to the store, they're closin' the door and they're bringin' me bottles and shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck that, let's talk about that little one-fifty I spent with my lawyer and shit (Gang)
My gun don't punch, it kick (Boom)
Get with the shit or get hit in your shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Von
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
I popped me a Perky, a 30
I'm higher than a bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect (Ain't nobody perfect)
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner (Huh? What?)
I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin' (Ain't nobody servin')
Get booked 'cause somebody workin' (Somebody workin')
He told, I know that's for certain (I know that's for certain)
Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains (I'm closin' his curtains)
We scored another conversion (Boom, boom)
Designer Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas (Feel like it's Christmas)
Speakin' of Christmas
Come get your ho, I be climbin' all up in her chimney (All up in her chimney)
We sharin' the ho if she friendly (She friendly)
Ain't see him, he gone, he missin' (He missin')
Won't see me in the back of a Bentley (What? What?)
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented (Boom, boom)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
My niggas, they're too official (Uh-huh)
Send a text, they get right with you (Get right with you)
Y'all was somewhere playin' monkey in the middle (Huh? Huh?)
We was tryin' to put on for some guns when I was little (Boom, boom)
If he still alive, we gon' meet him at the 'spital (Meet him at the 'spital)
On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle (Talk in a riddle)
Ho said she love me, she gone tat' my initials (Tat' my initials)
Nigga move foul, get to blowin' like a whistle (Boom, boom)
Fuck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri and Gucci and Prada and shit (What? Huh? Huh? Huh? Boom, boom)
When I go to the store, they're closin' the door and they're bringin' me bottles and shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck that, let's talk about that little one-fifty I spent with my lawyer and shit (Gang)
My gun don't punch, it kick (Boom)
Get with the shit or get hit in your shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
Walk up, ain't doin' no drives-by (Nah)
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild little nigga from the Southside (Southside)
Nigga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I fucked your bitch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they're hurtin' (Their broke ass)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
