The Opps - Bigworm

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Everythin' I say is facts, non-fiction I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up Even if she curveball, I still wouldn't miss her Only thing I'm scared to bury momma, 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 beefin' '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 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 Ain't no more B-day, 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 ridin' with them sentences He ain't got on no suit, we tied him up like businessman Everythin' I say is facts, non-fiction I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up Even if she curveball, I still wouldn't miss her Only thing I'm scared to bury momma, 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 beefin' '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 homebody, yeah, but everyone 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 ever heard his song, but I booked him for a show now Everythin' I say is facts, non-fiction I spent 35 on each watch, I hold my wrist up Even if she curveball, I still wouldn't miss her Only thing I'm scared to bury momma, 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 beefin' 'bout a bitch, and then forgive her All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them

We on top, we got love, kill the opp We on top, we got love, kill the opp Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Ooh, I think they hate me (yeah), in my Bape tee (woo) Ain't no pardons in the garden if you snake me (yeah) You can't break me (uh), tryna chase me (yee) When it's rocky, I move ASAP, you can't Drake me (shoo) I'm fine, I got my feet up, I ain't never scared, don't put my heat up I was outside and tryin', no re-up, where my opps at? God gon' eat up They ain't ever free us Lock my family up, my mama told the judge, "He ain't no killer" It's all good 'cause on that prison yard he preachin' 'bout the Healer Spread the opps out (woo), now the cops out (sheesh) Facin' death, you wanna plead but you can't cop out Now you locked out, I promise my God comin' back, when He do, it's a problem Got His attention but you don't want tension You don't want the smoke, it's too late, you done got it Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out What's your intentions? I see your screws and your wrenches You tryna break up the bi'ness, ruin my witness Spreadin' yo' lies and opinions, you don't deserve my attention You's a pretender We was so used to the cold and my mama gave birth to a winner Put all the opps on alert then we out in the trenches And demons do not get forgiveness Pray for repentance for all my family that's sinnin' I ain't the truth, I'm a witness I got some blood on my hands and some dirt on my fingers You know that I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Lord, help me kill all of my demons, I look in the mirror, I seen 'em I had a BM, I forced her to get an abortion I pray when I die, I can meet Him They want me cheatin', tellin' me open my DMs Eat all this fruit that I'm seein' I got some people in prison, I need to go see 'em If it weren't for the Lord, I would be 'em Yeah, I know they won't catch me lackin', see me off in traffic Yeah, I'm packin', got that oppa-stoppa apostolic ratchet 'Bout that action, keep them .223s but Jesus my assassin If you askin', I'm still 116 until I'm in a casket I see my opps tryna pop out (woo), they wanna pull every stop out Wait 'til my God spin the block and He let up in shots He gon' air every spot out (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps, spread the opps, spread the opps Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Heyo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas! Free all of my opps because this Shits not so fun (Trap trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Okay it's free all the opps cause this shit getting boring First year was sold out then hit Europe, we touring Lil shorty Japanese, that ho butt lookin' gorgeous I just cracked a ginger ale, grabbed a tech pint and poured it All my backwoods blue cause my smoke be imported (Okay) And its still fuck Trump cause he want flex get deported It be thirty for the 30, fourteen hunnit for potions You bought these Glocks for the gram, my 40 leave 'em in ocean You pull the Tec it gon' jam, this chopper spray in the open My uncle still in the can, while my mama cried, she can't hold it Simon say, you won't shoot him, why the fuck is you totin'? Got compas killin' for free, you gon offer promotion Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) We gon bust shit now, and keep the questions for later (Pew pew pew) I made a milli on my own, ain't got no time for a hater (Haha) If you really 'bout that action, quit that internet actin' (Trap trap trap) We throw fist, tote dick, or whatever you with Fucked up, I can't, I can't, I can't feel my face F&N in my gun, we gon catch a case Big diamonds on my neck, you can't see this way And if we catch you up in traffic look the other way (Skrt) High as fuck, bitch we zooming in my two seater Oh I know that bitch, she used to be the crew leader These Versace steppers, and a Gucci sweater Why you mans hating on me he don't know no better Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap) Free all of my opps because this shits not so fun (Trap trap trap trap) These some big woods burnin', and my cup's double stuffed I'ma keep on gettin' money, tell ya' mans to catch up (Skrt) And, I can, I can never switch up, I'ma put that on blood (Trap trap trap trap)

(What?, What?, What?) (Mm-Mm-Mm) (Bih-Bih-Bih!) (Grrrrah!) Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps At the top, at the top Make the devils pray to God For the fam, for the fam For the squad, for the squad Man the whole crew strapped up We look like the swat Man we look like the army We the life of the party Don't do no drugs No cocaine, Tom Hardy Man we came here to party Kill the opps, we ain't sorry We the new Ghandi We the new Ghandi Spit facts, spit the truth Way to lit, i feel like True Passive mind, this the truth Kill the opps up in the booth Came here to shoot I'm here to shoot I told them all, listen to the youth Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps I'm sippin soda If you a real one, then you could pull right up Nevermind, Chase With the way that i'm messing with the mental uh Leave me as carrying That's so hilarious, you should get your way up I'm so delirious, why you so serious Act like the Joker bruh (hi!) If you getting corny, pop with the 40 Keep your head in the red dot If you finna pull up, better keep your hands up Fore' you need a chin shot (bah-bah-bah!) Little bro watching, i just find caution Keep some of that pre-caution Stay as an artist, bro so crazy You call me Van-Gogh (Woah-Woah) Bloody, Dripping Slow (Woah-Woah) I'm Not Even Woke (Woah-Woah) All These Stripper Poles (Woah-Woah) She Got Bloody Nose Fuck around, hundred round Watch my drive motherfucker Sippin soda, spite and cola I ain't need no fucking liquor Alcoholic, share your profits If you got smoke, i'll cop it Fuck around, hundred round Watch my drive motherfucker Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps Kill the opps, We bout' to drop New project, i can't be stopped Don't make flops, We make bops Kill the opps, kill the opps I can't be stopped, Can't be stopped We at the top, at the top Never stop, never stop Kill the opps, kill the opps