Hotboii All The Opps の歌詞

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn't miss her
Only thing I'm scared to bury mama, I don't fear much
All the opps music 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'll be relevant, probably if I dissed them

I love all my opps 'cause without them I wouldn't 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 niggas
I was ballin' in the paint, tryna 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 goin' everywhere dolo, solo, gang say that I'm trippin'
In the field, don't need no blocka, still gon' run it down the middle
He say, she say, run they mouth like relay, so what bitch I'm lit, 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 runnin' like it's fitness
And I'm with B-Day, roll some dead opps right up and smoke the zip with me
This that shit boost my adrenaline
Hot be on his pivot, gotta come with it when you send for him
Every time I roll through, I'm ridin' with them sentences
He ain't got on no suit, we tied him up like businessman

Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn't miss her
Only thing I'm scared to bury mama, I don't fear much
All the opps music 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'll 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 homebody, yeah, but everybody know the addy
You ain't gotta be stingy with your friends, y'all can have me
All the opps music straight garbage, switch the song
Nigga, all the opps trashcan, take 'em to the road
Nigga, 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 thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn't miss her
Only thing I'm scared to bury mama, I don't fear much
All the opps music 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'll be relevant, probably if I dissed them