"opinion" lyrics
iwearbape & Tommy Ice Lyrics
Lens tented gold stamp say it's Xartier
I can't pull up hit a couple hoes at that party
Do I miss that pussy yeah but only partly
Double 0, I brought seven shots to the party
Why can't you just mind your business
I'm not tryna hear your opinion
Kept it real, set the record
They gone put that boy in Guinness
Foreign bitch I blew this bag at Lenox on her
I got percs but I won't OD if I die
I'm gone shoot I'll go out with a badge of honor
I can't put my swag on you
My shit stuck on just like graffiti
I got paid for the pain in my heart
And now the label gone call and tell me they need me
Prototype my swag
I thank god for the gifts that he give me
I just wake up get this bag
Off this white I feel like Whitney
Lens tented gold stamp say it's Cartier
I can't pull up hit a couple hoes at that party
Do I miss that pussy yeah but only partly
Double zero I brought seven Glocks to the party
Talk my shit I was up in the club
With no ID too young
Two days straight I ain't get no sleep
Up late night in the studio geeked
With some niggas two times the age of me
And they got Glocks and pistol
But bro got an ARP
And he tryna earn his stripes
So I keep that Jesus piece on me I hold it tight
In the lab cheffing Walter white
No more like guy fieri
Way I switch my pace up
On these beats I feel like prime Thierry
Pulled up in a sprinter
One thing my bitch do well is pick a winner
Filet mignon my dinner
Why can't you just mind your business
I'm not tryna hear your opinion
Kept it real, set the record
They gone put that boy in Guiness
Foreign bitch I blew this bag at Lenox on her
I got percs but I won't OD if I die
I'm gone shoot I'll go out with a badge of honor
I can't put my swag on you
My shit stuck on just like graffiti
I got paid for the pain in my heart
And now the label gone call and tell me they need me
Prototype my swag
I thank god for the gifts that he give me
I just wake up get this bag
Off this white I feel like Whitney
Not my fault that this bitch mad
She hoe I just can't save her
I blow O's in the sky
Smoking different flavors
I'm so up, wanna hang with me
Gotta sign a waiver
I can't pull up hit a couple hoes at that party
Do I miss that pussy yeah but only partly
Double 0, I brought seven shots to the party
Why can't you just mind your business
I'm not tryna hear your opinion
Kept it real, set the record
They gone put that boy in Guinness
Foreign bitch I blew this bag at Lenox on her
I got percs but I won't OD if I die
I'm gone shoot I'll go out with a badge of honor
I can't put my swag on you
My shit stuck on just like graffiti
I got paid for the pain in my heart
And now the label gone call and tell me they need me
Prototype my swag
I thank god for the gifts that he give me
I just wake up get this bag
Off this white I feel like Whitney
Lens tented gold stamp say it's Cartier
I can't pull up hit a couple hoes at that party
Do I miss that pussy yeah but only partly
Double zero I brought seven Glocks to the party
Talk my shit I was up in the club
With no ID too young
Two days straight I ain't get no sleep
Up late night in the studio geeked
With some niggas two times the age of me
And they got Glocks and pistol
But bro got an ARP
And he tryna earn his stripes
So I keep that Jesus piece on me I hold it tight
In the lab cheffing Walter white
No more like guy fieri
Way I switch my pace up
On these beats I feel like prime Thierry
Pulled up in a sprinter
One thing my bitch do well is pick a winner
Filet mignon my dinner
Why can't you just mind your business
I'm not tryna hear your opinion
Kept it real, set the record
They gone put that boy in Guiness
Foreign bitch I blew this bag at Lenox on her
I got percs but I won't OD if I die
I'm gone shoot I'll go out with a badge of honor
I can't put my swag on you
My shit stuck on just like graffiti
I got paid for the pain in my heart
And now the label gone call and tell me they need me
Prototype my swag
I thank god for the gifts that he give me
I just wake up get this bag
Off this white I feel like Whitney
Not my fault that this bitch mad
She hoe I just can't save her
I blow O's in the sky
Smoking different flavors
I'm so up, wanna hang with me
Gotta sign a waiver
