Opp Thot$ Lyrics

Like I'm in the back of the back with a Glock

Why you dissin' YNL you ain't takin no shots

All that lyin' on the net make it seem what it's not

I don't give a fuck about the lil bitch cause she a bop

Lil' baby lookin' fine so I'm shootin' my shot

Makin' threats on the net make me aim at yo head

Like he up on the ground so I'm leavin' him dead

Lil' bitch wanna fuck told her get in my bed

I'm on the block with the guys watch a nigga get popped if he droppin' the Y

I'm geekin' off, jo, I got smoke in my eye Like watch where you goin', lil' bitch, I can't

C K's in his face and I leave him deceased

Lil' bitch on her knees, she bobbin' to the beat

I'm smokin' his jo, i'm vibin' with a freak He asked who was fuckin' his bitch and I'm

like it was me YNL BabyLane nigga, it's me

I walk in his block, I creep up with the steppas Like watch where you walkin', don't step on

my steppas I give his ass wings, I name him Lemon Pepper

This ain't no bullshit, I'm smokin' on some pressure

I gave her some pressure, dick, now the bitch callin' me special

Take time with my picks, nigga, I'm selective

And I got a bad bitch, I'ma go and get her

You niggas is hams, like get it together

He ran with your shit and nigga, you let him

Bitch, hands and feet, I'm bout to get him

Like I'm in his block, nigga, gotta see me

Met a bad bitch, think her name was CC

Like nah, fuck that nigga, fuck a CC

Like drop a M, put that bitch on repeat

He was makin' threats, now I'm on DT

Gun' go Pow-Pow, it's a man down

Bro you broke his fuck and that's your head now

I was bored as shit and I cut my dreads

Like what the fuck, man, I miss my dreads now

Ion give a fuck, he a let down

On my way to the top and I wont get down

His ass can't fight, nigga, watch him get down

I'm up in his stu, nigga, take a pic

You niggas down bad, fightin' bout the bitch

Don't beef bout the bitch, I'm poppin' a perc

I think it was fake, it's makin' me sick

I'm sippin' on lean, but no, it's not green, lil' nigga

I'm sippin' on Tris, it's me and Big Baller

Whippin' in the Benz, I'm slimin' you out, lil' nigga

No, we not friends, where is the plug with the work

I know that you not him, I'm doin' drugs up on a Wednesday

I know she a thot cause she do what her friends say

That bitch, she a groupie, all up in my friend face

Like I'm super slime, but solid till the end

That nigga, he a bitch, he tellin' on his friends

Like I'm super slimey, fuckin' my bitch friends

That shit ain't my problem, baby, it was easy

Like I'm her lil' mama, baby, why you teasin

The sun comin' out, it's opp hunting season

When I come around, the opp thots be cheesin

Like I know you love me, tell me what's the reason