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Hotboii - Favorite Opp (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Vocals
Etrou
Etrou
Programming
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Songwriter
Elias Latrou
Elias Latrou
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Etrou
Etrou
Producer
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Okay, okay Okay, let's talk about my favorite opp Before you blew, I was posted more than you on your own block Yeah, these niggas switchin' soon they get some guap Ain't trippin', no, ain't bitchin', know I'll see you at the top Yeah, he sent his little piggies to my town One ain't make it back, one of my woofers blew him down Yeah, he put his life on the line for you and died They still ain't get back, I know he rollin' in the ground E-G-E, the shit, huh? Leavin' niggas bitched up Kill for an income, Mikey on the stick up Smiley a fisher, Moby, he won't miss ya Nuk, that's my twin, duh, probably keep a blick tucked (yeah) Don't try to spin no defense, win the game every time Light him up like a firework and send him to the sky It's a lot of niggas trapped, it's a lot of niggas die Police try to ask me questions, sorry sir, I'm not your guy Uh, and I really tried to meet you at the top But by the time I got there, went too quick, you flopped Yeah, I know niggas switch out, and I know niggas, they plot Won't trick me out my spot, I keep one like Chris Bosch, nigga Okay, let's talk about my favorite opp (favorite opp) Before you blew, I was posted more than you on your own block (your own block) Yeah, these niggas switchin' soon they get some guap (they get some guap) Ain't trippin', no, ain't bitchin', know I'll see you at the top (see you at the top) Yeah, he sent his little piggies to my town (sent 'em to my town) One ain't make it back, one of my woofers blew him down (frrt, frrt) Yeah, he put his life on the line for you and died (you and died) They still ain't get back, I know he rollin' in the ground (rollin' in the ground) Fuck what the world think, niggas not on nothing Beef 'bout a bitch? No, that lil' pussy bustin' Dirty K spit fire, burn shit like I'm Usher Catch a body with that dragon, put it in the dungeon Yeah, they say, "Who gon' die last?" I'm bettin' on myself Uh, I did some dirt with gang that I will never tell They say I dig a deeper hole for me, I tote the shovel I made my bed this way, so I'm gon' lay in it forever On my own Why I gotta tote a chrome? Run with K's, tryna make it home Could die today, you'll never know (you'll never know) Okay, let's talk about my favorite opp (favorite opp) Before you blew, I was posted more than you on your own block (your own block) Yeah, these niggas switchin' soon they get some guap (they get some guap) Ain't trippin', no, ain't bitchin', know I'll see you at the top (see you at the top) Yeah, he sent his little piggies to my town (sent 'em to my town) One ain't make it back, one of my woofers blew him down (frrt, frrt) Yeah, he put his life on the line for you and died (you and died) They still ain't get back, I know he rollin' in the ground (rollin' in the ground)
Writer(s): Ryder Johnson, Javarri Walker, Danny Snodgrass Jr, Elias Iatrou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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