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Lil Arko - OPP TUNE Lyrics



Lil Arko - OPP TUNE Lyrics
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It's a top, opp in the room, drop him, boom, he gon' die
Top, in the room, drop him, boom, he gon' lie
F*ck this nigga, he gon' die, f*ck this nigga, he gon' cap
F*ck this nigga, can't rap, f*ck these niggas, I stay in the back
Smokin' on shit like thrax, smokin' on shit like thrax
High as f*ck, stay in the trap, f*ck all these niggas, I know that they wack
Stay up, off runtz, smoke two damn blunts
Don't tell me that niggas ain't nothin
Don't tell me that niggas ain't stuntin
Bitch, I get money, all day, everyday, I don't f*ck with that wave
Niggas is fake, just like Suede
You can't get up, all in my face, I got a pocket rocket
I get a drop, let's stop it
I get a drop, let's stop it
He gonna' die, let's lie
He wanna cap and die
He want a cap its dry
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
Nigga, he talkin' bout eyes
Look at my shit, it's one
Look at my bitch, we up
Look at my bitch, we done
Yeah, hot like the sun
Ready to spit in this bitch
Ready to spit in this whip
Ready to hit on that stick
Ready to grip on that lick
Nigga, I'm grippin' on button
F*ckin' this bitch and, she love it
Told me you was just stuntin
Nigga, that's what you do
You doin' that shit for your crew
And you doin' that shit for the crowd
But I'm doin' that shit cause I'm proud
And f*ck all these niggas, they hoes
And f*ck all these niggas, they rats
Bitch, I stay in the back
Hit em' right with the bat
Hit em' right with the mack
Nigga, I know that he wack
It's a top, opp in the room
Drop him, boom, he gon' die
Top, opp in the room
Drop him, boom, he gon' lie
And f*ck this nigga, he gon' die
F*ck this nigga, he gon' cap
And f*ck this nigga, he can't rap
F*ck these niggas, I stay in the back
Smokin' on shit like Thrax
Smokin' on shit like Thrax
High as f*ck, stay in the trap
F*ck all these niggas, I know that they wack
Stay up, off runtz
Smoke, two damn blunts
Don't tell me that niggas ain't nothin
Don't tell me that niggas ain't stuntin
Bitch, I get money, all day
Every day, I don't f*ck with that wave
Niggas is fake, just like suede
You can't get up, all in my face
I got a pocket rocket
I get a drop, let's stop it
I get a drop, let's stop it
He gonna' die, let's lie
He wanna cap and die
He wanna cap its dry
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
Nigga, he talkin' bout eyes
Look at my shit, it's one
Look at my bitch, we up
Look at my bitch, we done
Yeah, hot like the sun
Ready to spit in this bitch
Ready to split in this whip
Ready to hit on that stick
Ready to grip on that lick
Nigga, I'm grippin' on button
F*ckin' this bitch and she love it
Told me you was just stuntin
And nigga, that's what you do
You doin' that shit for your crew
And you doin' that shit for the crowd
But I'm doin' that shit cause I'm proud
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English

It's a top, opp in the room, drop him, boom, he gon' die
Top, in the room, drop him, boom, he gon' lie
F*ck this nigga, he gon' die, f*ck this nigga, he gon' cap
F*ck this nigga, can't rap, f*ck these niggas, I stay in the back
Smokin' on shit like thrax, smokin' on shit like thrax
High as f*ck, stay in the trap, f*ck all these niggas, I know that they wack
Stay up, off runtz, smoke two damn blunts
Don't tell me that niggas ain't nothin
Don't tell me that niggas ain't stuntin
Bitch, I get money, all day, everyday, I don't f*ck with that wave
Niggas is fake, just like Suede
You can't get up, all in my face, I got a pocket rocket
I get a drop, let's stop it
I get a drop, let's stop it
He gonna' die, let's lie
He wanna cap and die
He want a cap its dry
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
Nigga, he talkin' bout eyes
Look at my shit, it's one
Look at my bitch, we up
Look at my bitch, we done
Yeah, hot like the sun
Ready to spit in this bitch
Ready to spit in this whip
Ready to hit on that stick
Ready to grip on that lick
Nigga, I'm grippin' on button
F*ckin' this bitch and, she love it
Told me you was just stuntin
Nigga, that's what you do
You doin' that shit for your crew
And you doin' that shit for the crowd
But I'm doin' that shit cause I'm proud
And f*ck all these niggas, they hoes
And f*ck all these niggas, they rats
Bitch, I stay in the back
Hit em' right with the bat
Hit em' right with the mack
Nigga, I know that he wack
It's a top, opp in the room
Drop him, boom, he gon' die
Top, opp in the room
Drop him, boom, he gon' lie
And f*ck this nigga, he gon' die
F*ck this nigga, he gon' cap
And f*ck this nigga, he can't rap
F*ck these niggas, I stay in the back
Smokin' on shit like Thrax
Smokin' on shit like Thrax
High as f*ck, stay in the trap
F*ck all these niggas, I know that they wack
Stay up, off runtz
Smoke, two damn blunts
Don't tell me that niggas ain't nothin
Don't tell me that niggas ain't stuntin
Bitch, I get money, all day
Every day, I don't f*ck with that wave
Niggas is fake, just like suede
You can't get up, all in my face
I got a pocket rocket
I get a drop, let's stop it
I get a drop, let's stop it
He gonna' die, let's lie
He wanna cap and die
He wanna cap its dry
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
F*ckin' these hoes, Tye die
Nigga, he talkin' bout eyes
Look at my shit, it's one
Look at my bitch, we up
Look at my bitch, we done
Yeah, hot like the sun
Ready to spit in this bitch
Ready to split in this whip
Ready to hit on that stick
Ready to grip on that lick
Nigga, I'm grippin' on button
F*ckin' this bitch and she love it
Told me you was just stuntin
And nigga, that's what you do
You doin' that shit for your crew
And you doin' that shit for the crowd
But I'm doin' that shit cause I'm proud
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Writer: Willie Jasper
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Performed By: Lil Arko
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Willie Jasper
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