GetRichZay - Troll Opps lyrics

(Ah, Issa Beam in this bit', I told you
Nigga)
Yeah (Phew)

Yeah, fan-ass opp keep trollin'
(Fan-ass opp keep trollin')
Uh, fuck nigga mad 'cause
We rollin' his bruh
(Mad ass, mad)
High off these Percs, I'm rollin'
(High off these Percs, I'm rollin')
Uh, pourin' up Wock' in my pineapple soda
(Wock', Wock')
Still in the field, bitch
I step with a soldier
(Field)
Niggas know once it's smoke
Ain't gon' never be over
Tried to walk down with that chop
It was knockin' me over
Tried to run that Drac'
(Go) , that bitch fucked up my shoulder (Uh
Phew)

Once it's smoke, ain't gon' never be over
Uh, Glock in my coat, get to reachin'
(Go) , I blow
Nigga, don't come shakin' my hand
(No) , bitch
I barely еven know you (Barely evеn know)
Fuck around
Tweak on a fan just for sayin' he know
Uh, they know I'm gettin'
That cheese, bread
Bologna
Ayy, I'm with my shooters
Them niggas shootin' better than Kobe
He in the way
(What?) , this shit get you stepped right on
Niggas ridin' 'round with a
Mask on before Corona
Uh, hundred-round chop
(Hundred-round chop) , hop in that
Car (That car)
Time to shoot up they corner
(Shoot up they aight)
I ain't finna beef with these lil'-ass opps
(Lil'-ass)
Big boy chop for the biggest sucker on here
(Big boy chop)
Couldn't get seen with that whack-ass thot
(Uh) , I sent her home, it
Was four in the morning (Uh
Bye-bye)
I ain't finna go back-to back
With no bitch-ass opp
Uh, I put a switch on the chop
This bitch turned to Transform'
(Uh, frrt)
Niggas ain't outside, they put up
Uh, cap-ass nigga still in
The house like Cory
Uh, bitch say she pregnant
(Aight) , fuck 'round, take her tomorrow
We get the drop on an opp
(Gang) , that's the end of the story
I'm tryna buy me a house for like four days
Though
Ayy, bitch
I got gang on the road
With them choppers on board
(Board)
Ayy, I met this ho
We been geeked just because we was bored
He was just dissin' on live
Now his ass in a morgue
Uh, still with that gang
We gon' keep it a core
Uh, hop in that splat
(Yeah) , do a hit out this Ford
Uh, throw the assist to my shooter
He scorin'
(Uh, scorin')
Young rich shooter do a hit out a foreign
Uh, spin through they block
Three times or more
Uh, broke-ass nigga keep on hatin', he poor
Yeah, faceshot soon as he open his door
Run down, get up
Steady I go hit him with more
(Hit him with more, go)

Yeah, fan-ass opp keep trollin'
(Fan-ass opp keep trollin', go)
Uh, fuck nigga mad 'cause
We rollin' his bruh
(Mad ass)
High off these Percs, I'm rollin'
(High off these Percs, I'm rollin', go)
Uh, pourin' up Wock' in my pineapple soda
(Aight, Wock')
Still in the field, bitch
I step with a soldier
(Field)
Niggas know once it's smoke
Ain't gon' never be over
Tried to walk down with that chop
It was knockin' me over
(Over)
Tried to run that Drac'
That bitch fucked up my shoulder

Yeah, fan-ass opp keep trollin'
Uh, fuck nigga mad 'cause
We rollin' his brother
High off these Percs, I'm rollin'
Uh, pourin' up Wock' in my pineapple soda
Uh, still in the field, bitch
I step with a soldier
These niggas know once it's smoke
Ain't gon' never be over
Tried to walk down with that chop
It was knockin' me over
Tried to run down with that Drac', bitch
I fucked up my shoulder