O.P.P. Lyrics – The Game
Singer: The Game
Title: O.P.P.
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You’s an opp if an opp with you, ain’t got time to play
Got this iced out AP on my wrist, b#tch, I got time today
We off liquor, takin’ shots, yeah, I brought my nine today
Catch a fish with the tortoise sauces, what I’m tryna say
Told Paul play the beat, did it all from A to Z
Who the f#ck fadin’ me? I bleed the scene
Brand new AMG, leave a n#gg# on A&E, don’t play with me
It ain’t no game with me, just good aim with me
Your gang, that ain’t no gang to me, you n#gg#s lame to me
I went on two licks with two sticks and two Crips for two days
With two TECs and two Ks, for new fits and new Js
My new b#tch go two ways, them bricks gon’, it’s too late
Them two blicks on two opps, take two shots, it’s touché
Say you on your block and we gon’ come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gon’ come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin’ dropped off
Say you poppin’ shots, we won’t let you get a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gon’ knock them n#gg#s socks off
Say you want fire, we gon’ come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Lookin’ for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know
You a f#ckin’ opp, enemy, O.P.P., b#tch, play with me
Got .223s, b#tch, swing at me and resolve the bling
Dead body, funeral, rest in power, damn, for your team, dirty chopper
Put the same n#gg# on it that had dissed me, they know about it
Say he want it with me, turned us out, we clap your #ss
Do or die, it’s you or me, killer get shot, I been on that
I been in them streets, don’t f#ckin’ listen what my pastor said
Since a child, my mama said, “He play and then you smash his ass”
I wake the mans, know they tryna count me out
Thirty round Glock and a photo just came out
They wonder, I’m hangin’ out, baow, baow
I close his mouth, I’ma make sure that the n#gg# can’t talk
Let him go in, catch him when he walk out
Know I want bitter, I’m straight out that North, yeah
Say you on your block and we gon’ come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gon’ come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin’ dropped off
Say you poppin’ shots, we won’t let you get a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gon’ knock them n#gg#s socks off
Say you want fire, we gon’ come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Lookin’ for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
You an opp n#gg#
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