I LUV ALL THE OPPS

Mm, mm, mm, look

Yeah, yeah, yeah

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps

Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)

That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps

Quit school, went into the draft (Look)

I been puttin' numbers up since that

Been pullin' up in Hummers since that

Check my interior, so clean, so mean, so what? So serious

AB do it all, man, I touch all areas

CEO of Kai Records, I'm the best at this and I ain't trippin'

I leave the game on both feet, man, I'm dippin' (Look)

I don't got time to be

Unity with my opps, unity with my opps

Opportunities for the block (Opportunities for the block)

I put it up in the archives

I put it down just like I invented it

I'm in the center, just like one period (Look)

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps

Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)

That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps (Look)

Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain (Thank you)

Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame (No way)

That shit happen every day, I hope it never change

I ain't trippin', man, pain hard to tame

Catch you a bleach head fiend and still

Turn demon, he ain't original, do it

I'd rather run a day if I could have my way

Just had to say it, ain't call of duty

Assassinate and ain't catchin' no case

You called about it, but who threw it?

Ball or fall, but hit it on the court, you

Don't make it in sports, take a chance on music

Problem stuff, ain't like the grandma

Drugs, so it ain't fun and I use it

Love all the love, treat my fans like my

Friends, you better not call 'em no groupies

I shoot shit like Cupid, I love all my opps, nigga, we married

I take 'em on dates, but you play

You lay right that way, make your bed

It's just us all, eighty-four, cut off spread, the AB like Lil Tim

You gon' get killed just bein' on average

You shoot on visions, it's still gon' land

I keep a knee, but I might not need

My keeper, I treat it like my dreads

Better watch your step 'cause bitch, I do

What's what, it's not grease on your head

Make 'em a cake like it's their birthday

Nigga, throw a party like your grand

You could be a brave nigga and a great nigga

It's all the same, you gotta be scared

I need all my steppers, I treat all 'em special and the neck

Wish we would last forever, by the time I

Brought your flowers, I was already dead, yeah

Thanks for all the hate, thanks for all the fake shit

I forgot to tell you, I'm the fresh, I'm at my best

Hold on, one more thing, let me say this

Fuck you, fuck you too, fuck you three and six

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps

Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)

That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)

'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps (Look)

Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain (Thank you)

Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame (No way)

That shit happen every day, I hope it never change

I ain't trippin', man, pain hard to tame

NFL, niggas for life, they hope we get loyalty

Never follow lanes, NFL, Sniper Gang, huh?