BabyTron, TrDee - Caught An Opp lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Caught An Opp lyrics]
Bitch, I'm fuck as drunk (Deggzy)
Yeah
Caught an opp at the barber shop
I'm finna run his fade
Hmm, you want a taper, huh?
Twenty K the long way, bitch
I made a dub today, huh
I got grown man paper now
We can't do a song if
Yo' name on some paperwork
Talking tough on the 'net
That's how the haters work
Don't let us catch you out
Do Pilates with the ARP
My shooter stretch you out
If-if-if you ain't down to suck no
Dick then you can exit now niggas Plankton
Stealing sauce and try to take yo' style
Called her phone like
"Where you at? Ain't had it in a while"
Niggas kickin' when you down
Can't let them see me frown
With yo' lil' bitch
We not just Netflix and chilling
Turtle Pie, she hit it
Now she higher than a ceiling
Orange Scat Pack
Hit the gas and get to peeling
I won't tell yo' friend
Now turn around and let me hit it
Shit, if it's on the floor
It's in the atmosphere
Far as hell from the hood, shit
I damn near smacked a deer
When Iwhen I jumped in my bag
That's when a bag appeared turn around
Scoring down in Cleveland like a Cavalier
Five Glocks, ten chops, bitch, we war ready
Finna snore, this a six, I only pour heavy
You you talking 'bout some fucking Tris
Where the Quagen at?
Used to hate, now he want a eighth
I'm finna lace his ass
Caught an opp, finna shoot
Mace and tase his ass
Wake up getting straight to the pape'
I guess my patience bad
I know you tired of that bitch
All she do is nag
Opp froze up when he see me
It's like the nigga lagged has been baller
I don't care 'bout what you niggas had
Hoes only 'round when you winning, man
That shit is sad
Why my name in yo' mouth when
I'm not in the room?
Let the choppa sing a song
It got some Auto Tune
Heard they flagged the crib
We switch the play, now that's an audible
I'm in love with Ben Franklins
I ain't got a boo
How-how the fuck do niggas say it's beef
Then go and hit the stu'?
She is not off limit's
Double tapped and, man, i hit it too
(Dog Shit Militia, man, get yo' pape'
Up, get yo' weight up, lil'-ass boy)
Caught an opp at the barber shop
I'm finna run his fade
Hmm, you want a taper huh?
Twenty K the long way, bitch
I made a dub today, huh
I got grown man paper now
We can't do a song if
Yo' name on some paperwork
Talking tough on the 'net
That's how the haters work
Don't let us catch you out
Do Pilates with the ARP
My shooter stretch you out
Yeah
Caught an opp at the barber shop
I'm finna run his fade
Hmm, you want a taper, huh?
Twenty K the long way, bitch
I made a dub today, huh
I got grown man paper now
We can't do a song if
Yo' name on some paperwork
Talking tough on the 'net
That's how the haters work
Don't let us catch you out
Do Pilates with the ARP
My shooter stretch you out
If-if-if you ain't down to suck no
Dick then you can exit now niggas Plankton
Stealing sauce and try to take yo' style
Called her phone like
"Where you at? Ain't had it in a while"
Niggas kickin' when you down
Can't let them see me frown
With yo' lil' bitch
We not just Netflix and chilling
Turtle Pie, she hit it
Now she higher than a ceiling
Orange Scat Pack
Hit the gas and get to peeling
I won't tell yo' friend
Now turn around and let me hit it
Shit, if it's on the floor
It's in the atmosphere
Far as hell from the hood, shit
I damn near smacked a deer
When Iwhen I jumped in my bag
That's when a bag appeared turn around
Scoring down in Cleveland like a Cavalier
Five Glocks, ten chops, bitch, we war ready
Finna snore, this a six, I only pour heavy
You you talking 'bout some fucking Tris
Where the Quagen at?
Used to hate, now he want a eighth
I'm finna lace his ass
Caught an opp, finna shoot
Mace and tase his ass
Wake up getting straight to the pape'
I guess my patience bad
I know you tired of that bitch
All she do is nag
Opp froze up when he see me
It's like the nigga lagged has been baller
I don't care 'bout what you niggas had
Hoes only 'round when you winning, man
That shit is sad
Why my name in yo' mouth when
I'm not in the room?
Let the choppa sing a song
It got some Auto Tune
Heard they flagged the crib
We switch the play, now that's an audible
I'm in love with Ben Franklins
I ain't got a boo
How-how the fuck do niggas say it's beef
Then go and hit the stu'?
She is not off limit's
Double tapped and, man, i hit it too
(Dog Shit Militia, man, get yo' pape'
Up, get yo' weight up, lil'-ass boy)
Caught an opp at the barber shop
I'm finna run his fade
Hmm, you want a taper huh?
Twenty K the long way, bitch
I made a dub today, huh
I got grown man paper now
We can't do a song if
Yo' name on some paperwork
Talking tough on the 'net
That's how the haters work
Don't let us catch you out
Do Pilates with the ARP
My shooter stretch you out