Hotboii All The Opps Lyrics
Everything I say is facts non-fiction
I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared of to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music is straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant probably if I dissed them
I love all my opps ’cause without them I would not know how to move
I love all my opps ’cause without them I wouldn’t know how to shoot
I love all my opps ’cause without them I wouldn’t know how to shit on n*****
I was balling in the paint trying to see the picture
Just let me know what smoke you want, I got you, we deliver
Henny shot just like a real shot, it’s bound to eat your liver
I be going everywhere solo dolo gang say I’m tripping
In the field don’t need no blocerk, still gon’ run it down the middle
He say, she say, run they mouth like relay, so what, bitch I’m lit
Hopped on a PJ, I sit by the pilot, heavy on my rich shit
No I don’t even play, grip the legs ’cause she running like it’s fitness
And I’m with BJ roll some dead opps right up smoke a zip with me
This that shit boost my adrenaline
Hot be on his pivot, gotta come wit’ it when you send for him
Everytime I roll through I’m riding with them sentences
He ain’t got on no suit, he tied them up like businessman
Everything I say is facts non-fiction
I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared of to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music is straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant probably if I dissed them
Probably if I dissed them, no sorry I don’t mention
I party with my pistol, I got a lot of wisdom
She a home body yeah, but everyone know the Addy
You ain’t gotta be stingy with yo friends, y’all can have me
All the opps music straight garbage, switch the song
N****, all the opps trashcans, take them to the road
N****, all the opps, all the opps, all the opps poor
I ain’t never heard his song, but I booked him for a show now
Everything I say is facts non-fiction
I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared of to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music is straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant probably if I dissed them