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opps where - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yuh
yuh
(toju on the beat)
opps
(hmm, i can’t feel no better)

[verse]
baby girl be on time
i got opps waitin’ to slide
i know you wan’ go on a date
baby i’m strapped up every time i slide
girl, ion know who you know
facetime me when we talk on the phone
she telling me, “daddy, you good”
gl!ck the f*ck up to make sure i’m good
she like, “daddy, you safe when you ’round me”
wish i could say the same ’bout me (for real)
hatin’ ass n*ggas who plottin’ on me
don’t worry ’bout them, leave it up to me (for real)
i get bored when i slide on the opps
she like, “you can’t be serious, stop”
she bein’ a thot, i’m watching the opps
up that gl!ck, nephew don’t box
bae in the store, she lookin’ at purses
too many people in here, i’m nervous
gl!ck on my hip, i’m ready to blow it
she like, “you paranoid”, and i know it
she like, “you act like this every day?”
this part of my life, i grew up that way
ain’t got the gl!ck, i ain’t going that way
ski mask on but i’m fresh every day (for real)
baby wanna go through the hood, see her friends
i’m like, “uh uh, who is your friend?” (uh uh)
you don’t know who you wit and what i did
ion trust n*ggas, ion trust these b*tches
she like, “stop being paranoid”
girl this glock i got on steroids
i slap a opp like uncle elroy
girl you lookin’ at a demon, h*llboy
i ain’t worried ’bout them, i’m worried ’bout me
i ain’t worried ’bout them doing sumn’ to me
girl, i’m worried ’bout what imma do
f*ck around, come home when i’m 62
don’t trip on me, i ain’t gon’ trip on you
still slide on the opp if i got the flu
love slidin’ on n*ggas when ain’t sh*t to do
don’t start wit me, i ain’t gon’ start wit you
she like, “i’m tired of hearing ’bout opps”
i’m like, “girl you sound like a opp”
ain’t going nowhere i ain’t got the glock
i’m like, “b*tch don’t go near my glock”
don’t trust these b*tches, so i stay strapped
she like, “you strapped?” that’s a fact
baby girl bad, but that don’t mean sh*t
gl!ck on my hip, i’m pointing this b*tch
get too nervous, start pointing that sh*t
baby girl hate that corny ass sh*t (uh uh)
ion wear margiela, can’t afford that sh*t
wheat timbs on me, real trap n*gga sh*t
white 1s on me, real trap n*gga sh*t
sh*ll toes like run*dmc did
imma be a legend like he did
b*tch, do me a favor and keep it
i’m in love wit you, baby, but i got opps
stop what i’m doing when i see a opp
slide on a opp when my daughters with me
they catch me with this, that’s a quarter for me
i was thirsty and hungry, no water for me
i get caught lacking, who gon’ watch my daughters for me?
don’t f*ck wit these n*ggas, i know they corny
don’t dine in the trap, only bread and bologna
shorty said she gon’ take it and wrap it for me
take my gun and hide it from me
get on the stand, start lying for me
every day, saying she gon’ die for me
imma walk in that b*tch like, “where the opps?”
might move to la like chief keef did
hit a l!ck, buy a house where chief keef live
imma put on my dogs like chief keef did
girl, i got more opps than chief keef did
they talkin’ the talk, never seen that sh*t
she don’t slide on the opp, then leave that b*tch
fa*fa*fa, they can keep that sh*t
gun on my lap, ion leave that sh*t
these n*ggas got guns for instagram pics
this real life, not instagram pics
i’m fresher than the instagram pic
opps on instagram sucking d*ck
groupie*ass opp n*ggas on my d*ck
these n*ggas disgusting, make me sick
my glock need mental hygiene arrest
stone cold stun a b*tch on they neck
14, rob a b*tch for they phone like “heh”
take a b*tch iphone like drugrich [?]
run down on the opp and don’t slip
[outro]
rxk

- rxknephew lyrics

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