Fredo Bang - Oppanese lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Oppanese lyrics]
(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
(Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
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 friendly, I got
Bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
I quit sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping the 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
(I made him, pew pew, 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
We get the drop, we on your ass
We make these niggas vacate (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 ya 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 sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off
(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
(Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
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 friendly, I got
Bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
I quit sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping the 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
(I made him, pew pew, 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
We get the drop, we on your ass
We make these niggas vacate (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 ya 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 sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping 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
(I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes
Now I'm tryna wash his soul off