OPP PARTY (feat. Nardo Wick & G Herbo)

(Ayy man, Cray just hit my line)

Told me niggas talkin' 'bout he got a

And I got my mask on while I'm rappin', nigga, I'm on that bullshit

Nigga, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout

Nigga, what you gon' do with that? Haha)

Top shotta, don dada niggas (Rubberband

Put some gas on these niggas hoes

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (Let's go)

Ridin' with a 50

She gon' fuck on this Givenchy (Fuck on that Givenchy)

Lambo' truck with my shooters (Skrrt)

With some switches in it (Lambo', Lambo')

Hop up out that bitch, walk you down

Then get missin' in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, he's in there)

He's outta here, now, I'm outta here

Uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gonе)

Shoot up the party if we catch the opps

In hеre (Fuck, they outta here, they gone)

You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)

On they life

They fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)

Hold on, hey (Hello, hello)

That's me wavin' at my opps (Hello)

I got mans on they block, bitch

I come through wavin' Glocks (How y'all been?)

I got mad, look in his eye before I

Hit him with the chop' (Boom, boom, boom)

Don't cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand

Then hit you with the wop (Oh, really? Fetti, fetti)

Fifty racks on me (Racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (Let's go)

Dare her get a drop up

That hoe gettin' dropped with me (Bah, grr, I dare you)

All these shots with me, damn

The shit feel like infinity (I dare you)

Bought that bitch a foreign, bitch

Hop out that Infiniti (Cm'here baby)

In the hood, drop top, bitch, I feel like Kennedy

I ain't never worried, bitch, I'm richer than my enemies

He in the grave, they know who dug that

Let me shut up, gotta hold my tongue back

Pistol get to wylin', tweakin', need to hold my gun back

I'm big homie, I'm not worried 'bout no little bitty rugrat

I fuck with the scammers, bro can't wait to punch that

And I fuck with the robbers, trappers and killers pushin' skulls back

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (Let's go)

Ridin' with a 50

She gon' fuck on this Givenchy (Racks, racks, fuck all that)

Lambo' truck with my shooters (Skrrt)

With some switches in it (Lambo', Lambo')

Hop up out that bitch, walk you down

Then get missin' in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

He's outta here, now, I'm outta here

Uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gone)

Shoot up the party if we catch the

Opps in here (Fuck, they outta here)

You se me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)

On they life, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here

On the lot, they forty shots, heavey day two-twenty

He keep talkin' with his fingers, do him like they did Sunny

Paid in full like I'm Mitch but my nose not runny

So a nigga can't wipe it, other words, can't slime me

Other words, can't snake me

Like I do line and there leaves on they block

I'ma pull up, get the huh, huh, get to blowin'

Like I play ball and they street full of hoops

I'ma pull up, get the huh, huh, get to scorin'

Pull up the number before five and the letter after N

Everybody look surprised and say, "Who the fuck is him?"

Once that money on your mind, killers, ain't no stoppin' them

Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (Let's go)

Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck on this Givenchy (Fuck all that)

Lambo' truck with my shooters (Skrrt)

With some switches in it (Lambo', Lambo')

Hop up out that bitch, walk you down

Then get missin' in it (Boom, boom, boom)

He's outta here, now, I'm outta here

Uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gone)

Shoot up the party if we catch the

Opps in here (Fuck, they outta here)

You se me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)

On they life

They fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)

Bro know he got static in the 'Raq, call Swerv

He got money, he get niggas whacked, that's what y'all heard

Lot of stashes through the trenches, put a safe house in the 'burbs

Keep the windows up, we hoppin' out

The driver jump the curb, some nerve

Opps ain't on they block, somehow they speakin' words

Fuck Herb, must ain't hear what happened, he said somethin' to Herb

Spin for thirty days straight, you hit his face, you get a curve

Hunnid K before the first, I give you fifty by the third

Ayy, Doe, what you finna do? See them niggas shoot

I'm with villains, I be drillin' too, know that feelin' too

Ain't on pills so I be chillin', boolin', I be feelin' cool

I get angry, I be in the mood, watch a nigga ooze on his shoes