Wannabe Opp Lyrics

I've been on top, that boy a wannabe opp

Look, I've been on top, that boy da wannabe opp

He listen whenever I drop

We deep in the spot, don't let my brother get hot

He itchin' and lettin' it flock

And he sendin' shots, I ain't talkin' bout liquor

Ain't leavin' the crib without tuckin' the blicker

Yeah we getting rich, but we still getting richer

If he talking shit, cut him out of the picture

If he talking shit, then we catching his ass

Don't even try run, you ain't fast than flash

Knockers on dick, so we doin' the dash

In the rental, I'm spinnin', I hope I don't crash

Uh Bitch, I been draggin', I'm spittin' that fire

Said he came, but that boy is a liar

I got the nick, I ain't talkin' Mariah

Me and dummy got murder for hire

Dummy told me take off like a rocket

So much bandies can't fit in the pocket

Post a lor' snippet, I'm waitin' to drop it

Bitch, you know me again, we the topic

Ain't smokin' mids, only smokin' exotic

Gotta the bippy ain't leavin' without it

Been talkin' shit, cause you know that I'm poppin

In the rental, you know that I hop in

I've been on top, that boy da wannabe opp

He listen whenever I drop

We deep in the spot, don't let my brother get hot

He itchin' and lettin' it flock

And he sendin' shots, I ain't talkin' bout liquor

Ain't leavin' the crib without tuckin' the blicker

Yeah we getting rich, but we still getting richer

If he talking shit, cut him out of the picture

Fuck with my brother, you a dead man walkin

I'ma call up your mother, go pick out a coffin

I've been too lit with this shit I've been talkin

When I walk in the mall, If i want it i'm coppin

It's cold as a bitch, my wrist too bricky

Lor shordy got ass shots lookin' like Nicki

Bitch from the west and she poppin' her titties

I got hella bitches all over the city

I got the ying got em runnin' like Ricky

I can't fuck with that bitch, she fishy

Come off the bench and I'm still droppin' 50

I'm unguardable, no one can stick me

She got attitude, no, I can't fuck with her

Drop a hit, then I'm droppin' another one

Bro got the bippy, you know you can't fuck with him

Pull up, jumper, ain't nobody touchin' me

I've been on top, that boy da wannabe opp

He listen whenever I drop

We deep in the spot, don't let my brother get hot

He itchin' and lettin' it flock

And he sendin' shots, I ain't talkin' bout liquor

Ain't leavin' the crib without tuckin' the blicker

Yeah we getting rich, but we still getting richer

If he talking shit, cut him out of the picture

Steppin' so hard, you would think I'm a giant

Smoke exotic, I feel like I'm fuckin' a flyin

Said he my brother, you know that he lyin

You get wacked if you step out of line

Rollin' three-five, I been gettin' too fried

Lost it all when my cuddy nem died

Said that I love her, I'm tellin' her lies

Get it right, take a couple of tries

Moon walkin' I'm feelin' like Mike

Yeah, I been havin' motion, I spin like a bike

Grind all day and I'm draggin' all night

If you come around me, then you better come right

See the fishes, I dive in that water

I tell Ms. Jackson I'm fuckin' her daughter

I been stackin' that Fetty, I feel like a hoarder

Make a flip, dummy turned my lor dime to a quarter

I've been on top, that boy da wannabe opp

He listen whenever I drop

We deep in the spot, don't let my brother get hot

He itchin' and lettin' it flock

And he sendin' shots, I ain't talkin' bout liquor

Ain't leavin' the crib without tuckin' the blicker

Yeah we getting rich, but we still getting richer

If he talking shit, cut him out of the picture