Donz Stacks, 6ix9ine, Dollo, K.I (GINÉ), Lambo Low - OPPY lyrics

[Donz Stacks, 6ix9ine, Dollo, K.I GINÉ, Lambo Low - OPPY lyrics]

Ayo, Giné, Giné, can't get caught on replay
We gon' spin like freeway
Niggas know how we play

Bitch, I'm oppy, bitch, oh, yeah, I'm oppy
Bitch casamigos got us wocky, bitch
We 'bout to flock up shit
Tra la la la la la, flock your shit
We flickity flockin' shit niggas know me
I'ma pop my shit with splitty swappin' sticks
(Wait, hold on)
Boy, what? Whatchu wanna do, like what?
Who you gon' shoot, like what?
That boy a bluff, I be outside, like what?
Y'all niggas really not tough
I still ain't get touched
And I still ain't get touched
You lookin' for your mans, like what?
Stop lookin' for your mans, he butt
'Cause we rise up, you really not rough
We back to back
Niggas got guns so we 'boutta clap
Niggas got jokes, they make us laugh
We love to clap, we love to clap
He got shot, he ain't get back
Time gon' take what we will jack
We not Apple, we got MACs
I don't know you, please get back
Get back, get back, get back, get back
Stop, stop
Dummy boy better have his knockers
Three chops, we hit his block up
Spin, spin, we spin like choppas
Homie soft, he don't want no drama
When he saw me, he ain't do nada
Hit a nigga, make him cha-cha, cha-cha
From a noodle into rasta pasta

I ain't no fighter, speaker
Nigga came with the knockers
Feel like Boogie if we in them hoodies
'cause we sendin' niggas to the doctor
Like the Navy Seals when we in
The field, catch an instant kill
Who could stop us?
Donz restrain 'em like a rasta
Kill Will got the yattas
Like, he a pussy just look at his posture
I'll flock a nigga with a flocka
We get the addy, we're tearin' his block up
Block up

I was high off the Runtz, speedin'
If it's up then it's stuck, leave it
If you wanna act bad, beat him, beat him
Beat him 'til a bloody pope opps
Only way, I'm in the smoke
Niggas jokin', what's the joke?
Niggas know I keep a pole
Hit a nigga and reload
Matter fact, smack 'em, back up
Niggas ain't bout that action, cappin'
Blood all over my maga'
Flash when I clap it, clap it

You tryna catch you a what?
I'm tryna catch me an oppa
Nigga said he did what?
Pussy boy never did nada
How you spinnin' without no knocker?
We make it hot like grava
You know we all for the drama
We make it lit, fire, lava
I don't trust shawty, she's a line up
We the risk takers 'til we sign up
Every opp next to get time's up
See, your time's up

Look, we don't jack niggas
They ain't never take risks
Suck dick, don't jack my shit
Spin they block, I'ma dump that clip
'Cause I'm ashin' rip-on-rip
Mask on, nigga thinkin' I'm sick
Call, he thought he was slick
Look at Ricky, he runnin' like Rick
Still addin' a K to my shit

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