BIG30 - Opp Pacc lyrics

[BIG30 - Opp Pacc lyrics]

Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
(Turn me up, YC)
Blrrd
Ayy

Ain't no nigga never gave me shit
I ran off with a bomb
(Ayy, I ran off with a bat)
Steady clutching on this Glock
I think this bitch stuck to my thumb
(Steady clutching on my gat)
7.62 hit his stomach
Ricocheted all through his lungs
(Blrrd, blrrd)
When that Draco hit his leg
That pussy fell and broke his arm
(That pussy fell and broke his arm)
See, this money don't mean shit to me
I'm everywhere you ain't
(I'm everywhere you ain't)
I might go drop me an opp
Then post on IG like
"Free Hank"
(Post on IG like, "Free Hank")
I like fucking all your bitches
Then go do something that you can't
(Ha)
I'm in Houston off two Percocets, Gelato
And some drank
I ain't got time to lie
Like, "You my bitch"
I'm just here for the sex
(I can't)
I might go bust down a W to put on for Willet
(I might)
BGE the clan and that's my label
Choppa Gang the set
(The set)
If a opp play at my show
I bet his ass won't make the next
(The next)

I smoke opp pack to the face, bro
We smoke what's-his name for fun
(Gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in this bag
He tried to run and get a gun
(Blrrd, blrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect
Put your ass past the sun
(The sun)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple
Flag, Glock 23
LeBron
(Ha)
I smoke opp pack to the face, bro
We smoke what's-his name for fun
(Gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in this bag
He tried to run and get a gun
(Blrrd, blrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect
Put your ass past the sun
(The sun)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple
Flag, Glock 23
LeBron
(Ha)

I just left from Johnny Dang
Ten top and ten bottom
(My teeth)
So from this point forward
BIG30 can't eat shit that he can't swallow
(Can't eat)
They just gave me five racks for a show
Spent it on my toddler
(Racks)
Judge threw the book at my lil'
Nigga like he Harry Potter
(Free Wright)
Me and Ari on the yacht
Smoking exotic with some thots
(Getting high, chilling with bitches)
Put your wrists up in the air
See who got more rocks in they watch
(Ayy, let me see your digit's)
The night I lost my nigga, shed some tears
Then four people got shot
(Blrrd)
Bitches fucking 'cause I'm hot (Hot)
I got Glocks I never shot (Blrrd)

I smoke opp pack to the face, bro
We smoke what's-his name for fun
(Gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in this bag
He tried to run and get a gun
(Blrrd, blrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect
Put your ass past the sun
(The sun)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple
Flag, Glock 23
LeBron
(Ha)
I smoke opp pack to the face, bro
We smoke what's-his name for fun
(Gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in this bag
He tried to run and get a gun
(Your ass, ass)
We won't tolerate no disrespect
Put your ass past the sun
(Blrrd, blrrd)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple
Flag, Glock 23
LeBron
(Ha)

Gas, gas
Your ass, ass
Blrrd, blrrd

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