Opp Party ft. DrewIsABoss & Pat Guwop Lyrics

All the opps invited to the party

Ain't no kumbaya, is you retarded?

She done slopped me, I done got her started

I can't fuck no white bitch 'less she gnarly

I don't know how to say I'm sorry, gas in like I farted

I don't know how to say I'm sorry, I just took yo heart and played my role

I just play my part in what I got my heart in

I'm on go, bitch I'm working late, bitch I'm not watching Martin

You could get away with the shit that they don't say

You could get erased with the utensils in my place

Once you get a taste, you gon' make a face

I ain't tryna chase, you running for your sake

I'ma do this shit in order, I can't wait

Bitch I know you took your order, but you gon' wait

Bitch I pull up weed man time, bitch I ain't late

Now I'm all up in her spine, bitch that's a date

All the bops invited to the party

She gon' shake it if she grew it or she bought it

If she choosing then you losing, I can't call it

I can't help it if I'm wealthy, bitch I'm balling

I hear 'em calling my name, what is a nigga to do?

I'm getting high as a plane and headed to Kalamazoo

Baby your boyfriend a lame, I'm sorry for telling the truth

And I mean it's really a shame, 'cause you could be dancing in jewels

Baby, tell me who knew

(What I say?)

If I'm getting paid, I walk in

All these fucking thots in the function

Invited all the opps to the function

And we screaming "Fuck the cops" in the function

Baby you could get a Telfar, it ain't nothing

But if you want a Neverfull, you gotta show me something

We booming oranges in the fall, I ain't talking pumpkins

My shooter don't play with niggas, foenem think he Uncle Ruckus

Any move that come my way, real deal slatt, you ain't my blood

Lil' baby I can't lay, I got custoes need drugs

They like, "Wop, how you up?"

I be trapping, bussin' juggs

Power strip in this shit, boy I got a couple plugs

How that boy get out so fast? Don't take a genius to see he told

My shorty say he fucked up, get a rental, hit that road

My bitch badder than her friends but I'm still trying to fuck them hoes

Every time I touch a fin, I get a new pair of white lows

Aye, shooters with me and they killing for free

He ain't like that, he just gangster on beats

Feel like D. Wade, over east with the heat

I DM'd your bitch 'cause I heard she a freak

It's three on my fleece and a fin on my feet

Her friends trying to fuck 'cause they know that I cheat

Rob you for your shit, you gon' tell me "Capisce"

He thought he was tough, now that boy in a reef

Touched six tens, bitch I feel like Shareef

Catch an opp off the drank like, "Nigga stay sleep"

On my phone for the pros, they can't eat

If you want bows, come see me