LP Rambo, Greekboyi - Ask The Opps lyrics
[LP Rambo, Greekboyi - Ask The Opps lyrics]
Why you hiding? Why you fronting in
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy
Damn i'm really fucking 18 and
Niggas tryna play me
Who let y'all try that shit in 2018
All the smoke these niggas ask for
I be thinking they feens
Got some boys that do your shit
And they ain't even 18
Really want clips I can have
You on the big screen
Really think it's sweet 'till
You diagnosed with vicine
I was never kidding, put that the dead opps
Yeah I seen you walk the street
Ain't shoot because the damn cops
I am sick and tired of these
Niggas in my damn pocket
Always in my damn wallet pussy
Niggas damn stop it
I got what could end a nigga
Whole life in my damn boxers
How this fucking gram knocking thinking
It's a damn boxer
I just gave my boy a 30 clip
He better not miss the opps
What the fuck I'm saying bet
My shordy clip you, watch
I got niggas that don't give a
Fuck you rich or not
Like it's LEGOS swear to god
My niggas hit the block
Like she freestyling baby girl go off the top
Then she walk into your house
And give you awful top
Thought that was your bitch I made
Lil' shordy scorch your block
12 can get it too bro
I remember torching cops
Why you hiding? Why you fronting in
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy
Are you high? Your shit don't even slide
They just gonna hate, kiss your shit goodbye
Can't be my sniper got silencers now
It might be my music caught that shit so loud
Pussy why you told? Streets done made me cold
My shit's on platinum while
Your shit's on gold
My kills go crazy when yours go untold
My chain go crazy when your shit was stole
So damn done with these pussy ass niggas
I be shooting nonstop
Making niggas disfigured
Wearing True Religion jeans or
A Tommy Hilfiger
I ain't leaving on the site 'till
I fucking know I hit you
Why you hiding? Why you fronting in
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy
Damn i'm really fucking 18 and
Niggas tryna play me
Who let y'all try that shit in 2018
All the smoke these niggas ask for
I be thinking they feens
Got some boys that do your shit
And they ain't even 18
Really want clips I can have
You on the big screen
Really think it's sweet 'till
You diagnosed with vicine
I was never kidding, put that the dead opps
Yeah I seen you walk the street
Ain't shoot because the damn cops
I am sick and tired of these
Niggas in my damn pocket
Always in my damn wallet pussy
Niggas damn stop it
I got what could end a nigga
Whole life in my damn boxers
How this fucking gram knocking thinking
It's a damn boxer
I just gave my boy a 30 clip
He better not miss the opps
What the fuck I'm saying bet
My shordy clip you, watch
I got niggas that don't give a
Fuck you rich or not
Like it's LEGOS swear to god
My niggas hit the block
Like she freestyling baby girl go off the top
Then she walk into your house
And give you awful top
Thought that was your bitch I made
Lil' shordy scorch your block
12 can get it too bro
I remember torching cops
Why you hiding? Why you fronting in
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy
Are you high? Your shit don't even slide
They just gonna hate, kiss your shit goodbye
Can't be my sniper got silencers now
It might be my music caught that shit so loud
Pussy why you told? Streets done made me cold
My shit's on platinum while
Your shit's on gold
My kills go crazy when yours go untold
My chain go crazy when your shit was stole
So damn done with these pussy ass niggas
I be shooting nonstop
Making niggas disfigured
Wearing True Religion jeans or
A Tommy Hilfiger
I ain't leaving on the site 'till
I fucking know I hit you
Why you hiding? Why you fronting in
Your songs like you sliding
If you make me pull up guarantee you dying
You can ask the opps they'll
Tell you I ain't lying
So why you trying? Is you high? I got
30 clips and lava in the 9
Play with mine then it's flying no denying
You could trust that bitch but
She might be my spy