Letra All the opps Hotboii

All the opps

(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 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 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 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 l?t me know what smoke you want, I got you, we d?liver
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 with 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

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 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 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 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

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 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 beefing 'bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them