"I LUV ALL THE OPPS" lyrics
AB & Kodak Black Lyrics
[AB:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Quit school, went into the draft
I been putting numbers up since that
Been pulling up in Hummers since that
Check my interior, so clean, so mean, so what? So serious
AB do it all, man, I touch all areas
CEO of CAB Records, I'm the best at this and I ain't trippin'
I leave the game on both feet, man, I'm dippin'
I don't got time to be
Unity with my opps, Unity with my opps
Opportunities for the block, opportunities for the block
I put it up in the archives, I put it down just like I invented it
I'm in the center of this right world period
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Kodak Black:]
Itchin' to blick shit, fiendin' to turn demon again, need a reason to do it
I'd bag 'em today if I could have my way, but sad to say it ain't Call of Duty
Assassinatin', I ain't catchin' no case, you caught a body, but who threw it?
[?] you don't make it in sports, take a chance on music
Rhyming [?] gram of drugs, if it ain't fun then I use it
Love all the luxury, treat my bands like my friends, she better not talk to no goofy
I shoot shit like Cupid, I love all my opps, nigga we married
I take 'em on dates, but you play, you lay right there where you make your bed
[?] 84 cuts don't spread, lil AB like lil Ten
You gon' get killed [?] you shootin' them vids, we still gon' wet
I keep her near, but I might not even wanna keep her, I treat her like my dreads
Better watch your scalp 'cause [?]
Bake 'em a cake like it's their birthday, niggas throw a party like your parents
You gon' be a brave nigga in the grave [?] gotta be scared
I need all my steppers, I treat all them special, Ed and Edd
Wish we'd last forever, by the time I brought your flowers they was already dead
Thanks for all the hate, thanks for all the fake shit
I forgot to tell you, under pressure I'm at my best
Hold on one more thing, let me say this
Fuck you, fuck you too, fuck you three
Incest
[AB:]
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Kodak Black:]
NFL, niggas for life
Never forget loyalty
You never follow lames
NFL, sniper gang
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Quit school, went into the draft
I been putting numbers up since that
Been pulling up in Hummers since that
Check my interior, so clean, so mean, so what? So serious
AB do it all, man, I touch all areas
CEO of CAB Records, I'm the best at this and I ain't trippin'
I leave the game on both feet, man, I'm dippin'
I don't got time to be
Unity with my opps, Unity with my opps
Opportunities for the block, opportunities for the block
I put it up in the archives, I put it down just like I invented it
I'm in the center of this right world period
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Kodak Black:]
Itchin' to blick shit, fiendin' to turn demon again, need a reason to do it
I'd bag 'em today if I could have my way, but sad to say it ain't Call of Duty
Assassinatin', I ain't catchin' no case, you caught a body, but who threw it?
[?] you don't make it in sports, take a chance on music
Rhyming [?] gram of drugs, if it ain't fun then I use it
Love all the luxury, treat my bands like my friends, she better not talk to no goofy
I shoot shit like Cupid, I love all my opps, nigga we married
I take 'em on dates, but you play, you lay right there where you make your bed
[?] 84 cuts don't spread, lil AB like lil Ten
You gon' get killed [?] you shootin' them vids, we still gon' wet
I keep her near, but I might not even wanna keep her, I treat her like my dreads
Better watch your scalp 'cause [?]
Bake 'em a cake like it's their birthday, niggas throw a party like your parents
You gon' be a brave nigga in the grave [?] gotta be scared
I need all my steppers, I treat all them special, Ed and Edd
Wish we'd last forever, by the time I brought your flowers they was already dead
Thanks for all the hate, thanks for all the fake shit
I forgot to tell you, under pressure I'm at my best
Hold on one more thing, let me say this
Fuck you, fuck you too, fuck you three
Incest
[AB:]
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Kodak Black:]
NFL, niggas for life
Never forget loyalty
You never follow lames
NFL, sniper gang
Huh?
