YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Opp Thots (High Demand) lyrics

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Check yo’ page, ‘cause God know
Bitch I ain’t never in life went on yo’ page
I know these bitch ass
Bitch you be stalkin’ me
Stop playin’ with me mayne (Winners circle)

Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes
Yeah i’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’
Like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy
All my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll
Prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say "I got me a new nigga and he richer"
(And he richer)
She say "He fuck me way better
I cum quicker" yeah
I tell told hoe "I’m on my
Shit, got bukoo Benjis" yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit
And that’s the business, yeah, yeah

Yeah, hold on, what you said?
Yeah, huh, oh you think you the shit now
Whatchu feel like you on?
Oh, you don’t need me, huh?
Nah, bitch you bullshit
You just like ya momma, bitch
You gon’ stay bullshit, hoe
(Bitch)

Bitch, I’m lit, you tryna copy
All this fashion, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I’m really rich and you know
That I ain’t actin’, yeah, yeah
Hoe, you lame as shit, can’t tell
Me that I’m cappin’, yeah, yeah
Let me have a one night stand
You can’t say no nigga can’t
Ain’t do no show, I count up
Tear up yo’ state, I mount up
I stay strapped up, don’t run up (Brrd)
We keep a burner on us
Bitch, what you tryna stunt for?
I get my girl to stomp her
She say I ain’t shit, yeah, yeah
Tell her I say "Fuck her"
Stay in fashion, high demandin’ and I’m lit
Yeah (And I’m lit)
Tryna be like me and be the
One that talk that shir (Talk that shit)
Don’t wear no jewelry, but hold up
Look at your wrist
Tell that hoe to show up, ‘cause when
I pull up, I’m on my shit, yeah
(Woah)

Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes
Yeah i’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’
Like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy
All my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll
Prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say "I got me a new nigga and he richer"
(And he richer)
She say "He fuck me way better
I cum quicker" yeah
I tell told hoe "I’m on my
Shit, got bukoo Benjis" yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit
And that’s the business, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I’m fly as hell, oh
And I’m out on bail, oh
I know you ain’t shit and that’s
A fact ‘cause I can’t tell, oh
Can you come stay here? No
Have I ever killed? No
Why you say you kilt that boy
Then? Bitch be for real, though
Ridin’ ‘round with a tech, though (Brrd)
Play and you get stretched, though
Bitch I got a lot of doe
So don’t try to flex hoe then he come down
Covered in this Black & Mild smoke

Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes
Yeah i’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’
Like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy
All my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll
Prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say "I got me a new nigga and he richer"
(And he richer)
She say "He fuck me way better
I cum quicker" yeah
I tell told hoe "I’m on my
Shit, got bukoo Benjis" yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit
And that’s the business, yeah, yeah

Bitch gon’ say, I’m infected
Bitch, if-if-Iif-I, if I
Wasn’t trippin’ bitch
We was infected together
At least Iat least I ain’t run around this
Bitch tryna find somebody to be with
Bitch, I got somebody