Yungeen Ace – Opp Boyz Lyrics

Oh, yeah, you know, like, opp niggas just be speakin’, like
You know I ain’t speakin’ for my health, this shit be the truth, you know?
But shit, a nigga know I ain’t duckin’ no action, though
I don’t care, boy, what up? (Cutta, we rich)

Why they tryna put that blame on me?
Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me
I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
I love my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell ’em slide
Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
I’m tryna take like ten of yours if you take one of mine
It’s hard to focus on the M’s when murder on my mind

And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me
Bitch, I’m ’bout my business, so fuck nigga, don’t tempt me
Got four hundred shots in this car (Four hundred shots)
Steady smokin’ dead opps in this ‘gar (Smokin’ opps)
Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up
Boy, you broke as fuck, tell that nigga put his mans up
7.62s, this shit shootin’ out the Drac’
Free Ksoo, I hope he beat his murder case, yeah
If you lookin’ for me, I’m makin’ money in the trap
Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped
No, I ain’t friendly with these rappers, I know all these niggas cap
Opportunity in my city, I put my city on the map

Why they tryna put that blame on me?
Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me
I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
I love my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell ’em slide
Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
I’m tryna take like ten of yours if you take one of mine
It’s hard to focus on the M’s when murder on my mind

And I know, I got mad love for my bros
I don’t make a move without my pole
‘Cause I know how this street shit go
I ain’t Suwoo, but I wanna see blood (Blood)
No handouts, you know I got it out the mud
Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the shooter
They caught my footsteps and knock off the shoes
Saw my nigga down bad, told ’em that I got some work for him
I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me
Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me
Ain’t gon’ stop ’til my body underground, six feet

Why they tryna put that blame on me?
Walkin’ ’round my city with all these chains on me
I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
I love my dawgs, they gon’ slide when I tell ’em slide
Puttin’ pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
I’m tryna take like ten of yours if you take one of mine
It’s hard to focus on the M’s when murder on my mind