SleazyWorld Go - Fuck The Opps lyrics
SleazyWorld Go [Joseph Isaac]
[SleazyWorld Go - Fuck The Opps lyrics]
Ayy, ayy man, fuck the opps
Understand me? Ayy, ayy
I'm 'bout to talk my shit on this bitch
Nigga, fuck the opps (Dumbass nigga)
Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga
Ayy, nigga, fuck the opps
Nigga got me turnt up fuck the opps
We lit right now
Greasy on that bitch, ayy, ayy
Nigga, fuck the opps (Fuck the opps)
Niggas ain't gon' blow for real (Uh?)
Niggas ain't gon' slide for they get backs
They ain't gon' go for real
(They ain't gon' go)
They ain't gon' step when
It's time to step
Them niggas hoes for real
(Them niggas pussy)
Heard the last time niggas had got left
Like they was slow for real (Dumbass)
Did all that dick suckin', got blammed down
(Baow) bah, bah, man down
You was just tellin' me
How y'all fonkin', oh, y'all mans now?
(What?) nah, I ain't finna fight
You, so, pussy nigga, put your hands down
(Put your hands down)
Niggas clique up and dick suck
I guess they friends now
(Dick suckin'-ass nigga)
Last year, I was broke
I'm up them bands now (Loaf now)
Niggas love when I ain't have shit
But they can't stand me now (Fuck)
Had to cut off all them hatin' niggas
Only the family now (The family now)
Ayy, ayy, ayy only the family now
Slid through in that load and got it totaled
(Grrt) i thought I told you
(I thought I told you niggas)
I just dropped fifty off to him quick
I thought I owed you
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Been stuckin' dick all up in
Your bitch guts, oh, she ain't told you?
(O oh) and he fonkin' with me over a bitch
I should expose you (Goofy-ass)
Ayy, I should expose dude (Uh?)
Drums on the blicks just like tit's
They qet squoze too (Baow)
Heard he slime, so we slimed him out
Got his nose blew (Slimed him out)
Come around, you gettin' your ass lashed if
We don't know you (Lash, lash)
Stop talkin' to me loud, boy
Shut the fuck up, bro, hold you
(Hold your ass)
Chopper like a bitch with good neck
It take souls too (Take your soul, nigga)
Say you on your block
But you wasn't there when we rolled through
(We rolled through)
Bro, I keep a pistol, nicknamed it whistle
It'll blow you
How you niggas don't like me
But ain't said nothin'? Nigga, speak up
(Speak up) tit's from the 40 hella perky
Lookin' like D cups (Titties)
I had to cut off some of my day ones
I had some fake ones (Fake niggas)
Still got love for some of them lil' niggas
But I'll bake one (Bah)
Still'll bake a nigga ayy, ayy, ayy
Grrt shee
Ayy ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy