New Opp (DJ Smallz 732 - Jersey Club Remix)

New opp, new opp, like

New opp, new opp, grrah

Like, grrah, like, like

Spin the 3rd, tryna catch me a Rolla

Oh, he lackin'? Run him over

Fuck the Sev' block, I'm the owner

I'm smokin' on dead opps (Noah), ain't no floaters (Noah)

He tryna run, but I click and it's over

Oh, he wit' his kid? Then I'm kickin' his stroller

Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer

Dougie got shot, now he his shoulders

Know that I'm smokin' on Notti, y'all fessed

Ayy, yo, DD, you next

When I bend through the 'Hill, bitch, I'm looking for rec’

Like-Like, I'ma leave that lil' boy on his neck

Fuck Bobby, that **** died on the steps (Mama)

And Fuck Dotty, he put himself right to rest

Like—, EDot got put right to bed (Bed, like, what?)

Like—, He shot his self in his head

How y'all smokin' on **** y'all don't even know?

Now it's chrome

Oh my God, we smokin' y'all bros

And tell Naz to pick up the phone, tha—that's a no

Spin through the Sev', tryna catch him and go

Like, I-I'm tryna up it and blow

He can't run once I shoot through the coat

H—He gon' die once he mention my bros

I can't love on no thot, I can't link wit' no thot

Like, I—I don't trust none of that shit

Like, I don't care about none of that shit

Like, give a fuck about none of that shit

Like—, he really rap what he not

I'm tryna shoot 'til he drop

Oh, he thinkin' it's sweet? I'ma knock off his top

When I spin through the Sev, I'ma dump every shot

Spin the 3rd, tryna catch me a roller

Oh, he lackin'? Run him over

Fuck the Sev' block, I'm the owner

I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters

He tryna run, but I click and it's over

Oh, he wit' his kid? Then I'm kickin' his stroller

Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer

Dougie got shot, now he shakin' his shoulders