Oppanese
Fredo Bang
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(Uno got the streets going crazy) (I told 'em PJ got them tracks) Say something, spray something, I make it sound off Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off (Yo Uzi, run that shit up) I don't need no nigga to vouch for me (vouch for me), my body count gon' speak (baow, baow) Bitch tryna bring up opps, I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese" (bitch) She like, "Why you keep me 'round? But it's the top and drop some knees (yeah, yeah, yeah) They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like Monopoly Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', he just talk loud (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight-ball All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (doors off) He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (doors off) He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off Say something, spray something, I make it sound off Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off I don't really know what I'm doin' (baow, baow), yeah, yeah We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (baow, baow, baow) Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (we call that shit a vacay) Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (yeah, yeah, yeah) Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (brrr), wait Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat-tail (yeah, yeah) Why you waiting? I got niggas at your doorbell Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (doors off) He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (doors off) He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
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Written by: Cameron Peck, Eli Haire, Fredrick Givens, Paul Derouen
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