OPPA ft. Enzo Benzo Lyrics

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

I run it up yea I run it up

Beat the pussy give it uppercuts

Make a milli then I live it up

Hella liquid in a double cup

Get to spinnin got the chamber stuck

Clip extended and you niggas fucked

Ammo longer than a limo truck

Bitches on me and my dick is up

Bars harder than a wife beater

Catch 'em lackin with a life eater

Chopper tired got a light fever

Glockie hot he my house heater

I get high im above the clouds

My weed a bass got it thumping loud

And it stank like shittin cow

My bitch is singing and I'm thinking how

Shoot my shot it's a free throw

Blunt strong got my eyes low

Throw that ass like a freak Hoe

Hoodie on me in my cheap clothes

Niggas playing and niggas bitches

Niggas talking give 'em plenty stitches

All my blickies come with plenty switches

Pick your poison then complete the mission

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

Cool niggas, fake friends

Bad bitches, big benz

Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men

Pop a bottles, Night ends

Uh, cool niggas (Cool) fake friends (Fake)

Bad bitches (Bad) big bands

Hunnid choppas hunt a hunnid mans (Brr)

Chop swing left to right just like a fan (Brrt)

Sending shots right through yo fuckin van (Bow bow)

I'm a hunter call me martian man

'03 Nigga getting proceeds nigga

Talking shit beat him til the fuckin ghost leaks nigga (Damn)

I couldn't find these niggas call em nemo (Nemo what?)

Shake her ass for free call it free throw

Got 4 bitches that's lookin for me hoe (Huh?)

Smoked him up now i think he need chemo (What?)

At the top it's lonely lost a couple homies

I was by my lonely when i lost my woadies

Treated me like a option and now i got follees

Hollup (Hollup) hollup (Hollup)

Brit that grit that

Stick with the kick back (Grrt, bow)

Throw it back onna nigga cause it's real fat

Tryna touch upon her cause it's real fat (Fax)

Sauce on these niggas i keep me a durag (Durag)

4 Of these bitches that wearing my blue bands

Ran out of shit to say and now i'm clueless

Man fuck it

Bow bow bow (Fivi')