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Opps
5,765
Hip-Hop/Rap
Opps was released on April 30, 2019 by South Coast Music Group as a part of the album Who Dat
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AlbumWho Dat
Release DateApril 30, 2019
LabelSouth Coast Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Rap
RNE LM
RNE LM
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Clinton Ward
Clinton Ward
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Mixing Engineer
RNE LM
RNE LM
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was slidin' in the opp block, tryna opp shot
You **** ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot block
You giving out names and then your opps slide
[Verse 2]
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it, my **** out on the fairway
You wanted smoke, now you deal with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My **** ban-bang from the chains gang to the streets and we drilling shit
Hollow tips fill up the draco, that's maximum, we swear by the family
Watch how this shit get muddy, you say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cool, she wan' fuck me, we pass her off like a rugby
I take you in then you lucky, bitch I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me 'cause my heart cold like a husky
[Verse 3]
Bitch I been a real ****
Choppa gon' fill up the room, yeah
He say he a real hitter
Well he can get swept like a broom, yeah
I heard he a pill getter
We set 'em up in the noon, yeah
As soon as he pull up, just watch how I pull up
And he get put up like balloons, yeah
I'm the shooter and the driver
My bitch, she bad like Madonna, I put her in all this designer
Cougar bitch, I got the hookup for keys and trees and Gucci and Fendi and Prada
Hood ****, I'ma shop with a booster, I want neck like a rooster
You say you true to your religion, Lord forgive my sins, I ain't talkin' 'bout Buddha
My wrist covered in flintstones, Trap **** need 10 phones
Fuck **** get pissed on, two shows, got ten more
I ain't even sign no deal, **** I'm independent
I ain't had to lease no whips, none of my shit be rented
[Verse 4]
I was slidin' in the opp block, tryna opp shot
You **** ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot block
You giving out names and then your opps slide
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it, my **** out on the fairway
You wanted smoke, now you deal with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My **** ban-bang from the chains gang to the streets and we drilling shit
Hollow tips fill up the draco, that's maximum, we swear by the family
Watch how this shit get muddy, you say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cool, she wan' fuck me, we pass her off like a rugby
I take you in then you lucky, bitch I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me 'cause my heart cold like a husky
[Verse 5]
Homicides, I'ma shoot, ride the coupe, your **** won't ride for you
Hide from who? Try your move, Brodie say, "Why the fuck they tryin' you?"
Die to who? Lord knows I go hard, promise I won't lie to you
You turning your back, I won't cry for you, it won't be no tears in my eyes for you
You know I'm rich, I'm the baller, I'm the head honcho shot caller
Nick-nack-patty-wack I dog her, you wack, get back, you gotta
You captain save-a-hoe, you prolly can't name a hoe that a **** ain't hit
Bad bitch, got a gang of those, got enough for the gang
The hoe, she slobbing on dick
You pussy, we know you a opp, shit
Get hit with a mop stick
Bruce Lee, got chopsticks
Kil Tec gon' drop shit
I'll put a stick to your head
I'll put your head on a stick
You say you wanting me dead
Well, I pray to God you don't miss
[Verse 6]
I was slidin' in the opp block, tryna opp shot
You **** ain't pop shit, you don't pop shots
I was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot block
You giving out names and then your opps slide
Lil Toosii, I'm real with it, my **** out on the fairway
You wanted smoke, now you deal with it
Don't got a problem inhaling it
My **** bang-bang from the chains gang to the streets and we drilling shit
Hollow tips fill up the draco, that's maximum, we swear by the family
Watch how this shit get muddy, you say my name, you ugly
She know I'm cool, she wan' fuck me, we pass her off like a rugby
I take you in then you lucky, bitch I do it my own, that's nothing
Don't need for nobody to love me 'cause my heart cold like a husky
Written by: Clinton Ward, Naujour Grainger
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