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Opt Out (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Millyz

Hip-Hop

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Millyz
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
Nathanael John
Nathanael John
Composer
Pol Turon Giralt
Pol Turon Giralt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yvng Finxssa
Yvng Finxssa
Producer
Polbeats
Polbeats
Producer
Brendan Brady
Brendan Brady
Mixing Engineer
John Scott
John Scott
Mixing Engineer
Josh Schuback
Josh Schuback
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

Hey Blanco you know how we feel already, fuck the ops We on they ass 247 365 If I'm alive this shit don't stop Get to the money and keep it consistent I know what I'm risking walk in the building surrounded by hithmen My life is different we tryna see what the drop bout We catch a op leave him opt out We clean him up bring the mops out All of my youngins will pop out Bend through your shit in the 'burban, send em to urgent She giving me top in the car while I'm swervin That pussy so good when I fuck I be cursin I know the feds on my gram lurkin All of my youngins in masks purgin' Put a cut on the dope surgeon I'm in my bag and she want a Birkin I do the drill cause Favi on bail Back of the hammers somebody got nailed My bro got a L and he need a pill Resposado aint working so she need a pill I'm tryna see what that mouth bout She tryna see what this clout bout She got them seasonal purses She hop on the top and reverse it 20 on me in a Tesla I call the plug my investor I'm tryna stretch for the extras I know they dont like us but they gon respect us Walk by the bouncer and metal detectors Her could be helpin me rest up My youngin will shoot from his chest up Diamonds they dance fiesta Get to the money and keep it consistent I know what I'm risking walk in the building surrounded by hithmen My life is different we tryna see what the drop bout We catch a op leave him opt out We clean him up bring the mops out All of my youngins will pop out It's one or the other you gon be a op or you gon be my brotha If he got a show then we shootin the club up Brody get bail and I'm putin dub up I need me a extra Puerto Rico I don't knock on their door I just shoot through the peephole Catch me a lik and take care of my people And I got the sitchy with me You ain't lit you won't chill in the city with me You wasn't outside splitting them 50s with me I could remember the drill I smoke and I think and remember the thrill All of his army postin these RIPs Shows only make me remember to kill They see my face and remember me still I fill my body with Henny and pills I feel like I'm climbing the heaviest hills If I survive and now I'm gon get me a deal I'm still living like I'm in the past I'm gettin money bitches gettin gassed You ever see a addy n@@#s on his ass Get to the money and keep it consistent I know what I'm risking walk in the building surrounded by hithmen My life is different we tryna see what the drop bout We catch a op leave him opt out We clean him up bring the mops out All of my youngins will pop out
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Miles Hadley, Nathanael John, Pol Turon Giralt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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