Opp Message Lyrics – Hotboy Due
Singer: Hotboy Due
Title: Opp Message
Pull up let off 60
Freestyle a whole f#cking thing
Boom bang bang
60, b#tch
I never needed a pill, every drill i did was sober
I manoeuvre the way i do because if i don’t i might lose focus
AMT, diamonds blitz, hang from my neck, swing from a choker
All i needed was exposure, got a bag now i got closure
They play me to the left, i play them to the right
I caught that b#tch walked down on him and bussed his sh#t on sight
If a n#gg# ever play it’s DFL, he dead for life, i knocked down four been earned my stripes and take your life if it ain’t right
Like what’s the tension about, these n#gg#s hoes and i ain’t fearing none
We put them switches on the stolen guns and pull a murder one
That boy ain’t lazy he gon walk them down and bang until he done
Got to go through it again no it ain’t none done
Searching for opps let’s hop out
187, they pop out
Say Maine got the lo, Kay Jay on go, then we gon bring the stocks out
Brought too much pressure they copped out
I clap two times, it’s light out
I tried to spare them but lil Maine started hitting, i’m sorry that’s my fault
Imma bang and work the wheel and still gon get a kill, been doing drills
Out my f#cking top, i’m tryna sleep some bleed some f#ck that label deal
Selling nicks in the dungeon like i’m supposed to made it a career
They see the way i’m shining, grabbing dick now it’s my f#cking year
Imma bang and work the wheel and still gon get a kill, been doing drills
Out my f#cking top, i’m tryna sleep some bleed some f#ck that label deal
Selling nicks in the dungeon like i’m supposed to made it a career
They see the way i’m shining, grabbing dick now it’s my f#cking year
I’m on my way, Hotboy you flashed out
They finna bring they bags out
I ain’t got no worries, call my sixties bet they leave some assed out
That lil four-inch with the black-out, should’ve seen the way i flashed out
I stuffed that b#tch all through the window, rrrr
But i ain’t gon speak on that because i’m steal fighting cases
Ain’t gon speak on that because my opps rat daily
I say choppa black and chinese trying to buss you down and bake you
Steady screaming f#ck the otherside, them other guys be faking
I say new cartier on my wrist, no b#tch it ain’t basic
I was f#cking on lil shorty she got pregnant with a baby
Imma be the one to make it out the slums, and come back to the trenches where i drop off all them guns, go bomb
Imma bang and work the wheel and still gon get a kill, been doing drills
Out my f#cking top, i’m tryna sleep some bleed some f#ck that label deal
Selling nicks in the dungeon like i’m supposed to made it a career
They see the way i’m shining, grabbing dick now it’s my f#cking year
Imma bang and work the wheel and still gon get a kill, been doing drills
Out my f#cking top, i’m tryna sleep some bleed some f#ck that label deal
Selling nicks in the dungeon like i’m supposed to made it a career
They see the way i’m shining, grabbing dick now it’s my f#cking year
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