Thursday, August 13, 2020

Ynw Melly – Fxck The Opps Lyrics

Ynw Melly – Fxck The Opps Lyrics

 Ynw Melly – Fxck The Opps Lyrics


Ynw Melly – Fxck The Opps Lyrics


Fxck The Opps By Ynw Melly


Hahaha

Kdog

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah


Hold up, wait, bro, wake up, dude

We just hit a lick for twenty-two bands

Goddamn, girl, you know I feel like the man

Giuseppe, Louis, Ferragamo, … Japan

Ooh, ooh, damn

[? ], look at the pan

I got a bitch from Japan

Pull up and shoot at your man

I do not fuck with no xan

I might just fuck with the molly

I might go do me a beam

Picked up the bitch, I’m like, “Fuck the team”

Yeah, yeah, switcheroo, like hot boy

Hundred round drum, you get popped, boy

I’m a real blood, fuck with real riders

She gon’ suck it, swallow, you like the saliva?

Big ass choppa chop your body …

My niggas shooters for real, they don’t even read the Bible

Chop up your body in hell, ooh, revival

Bitch, this ain’t no Call of Duty, you don’t get revived

Bitch, I’m a beast, I’ma eat you alive

Huh, my niggas just lost his life over pride

Fuck nigga say he gon’ ride, but he lyin’

Shoot him in the head, it’s a homicide

Why would you say you would run?

Why in the fuck would you lie?

Put the.4 to your face, we gon’ aim it in the sky

Pow, pow, shots, pull up, you’d think it’s the fourth of July

Fuck that lil’ bitch, I swear I ain’t gon’ lie

Stupid was calling me, she was just lying

Turning me out, they be fuckin’ with another guy

Pop, she’s the lil’ bitch with the.5

Nah, I want these niggas to die

Woah, why you singing about bitches, but you say I’m trippin’?

I be there reppin’ my brothers, who hear my nigga crippin’?

I’m drippin’ all this Florida water, come sweep it up

Mop it up, we pull up with new Glocks and stuff

She eating dick like some Pizza Hut

Tell me shit, lil’ bitch, spill out his guts

You fuck niggas the size of me, you must got some nuts

We shootin’ off your top, we shootin’ in yo’ brain

They say men is the same, blood all inside my vein

Damn, pull up with …, damn

I just got out the ‘Gram, I got to go back to the ‘Gram

Ooh, yeah, that my fam, ooh, know you

I’m dancing, ooh, but my hundreds blue

I swear I do, I swear I ride

We keep the guns, we never try

To rock the boys, they just happy that way

He should’ve never been in traffic that day

Hah, yay, we run up in yo’ shit

Ah, hahaha

When we run up in yo’ shit, ayy, yo’ actions

Yeah, …, we ain’t … it, fuck nigga

Fuck it, all of my niggas gon’ kill you

Fuck nigga, what you strapped with?

Two …, oh, he think he’bout to … you?

Tell my young niggas to go get you

Loaded that choppa, it split you

Bitch, ooh, I need another bitch

Know I ain’t no Kodak, I can’t paint no picture

He strapped up with the.4 and his aim official

She suck me like some Gushers, blow me like a whistle

Fuck nigga, you know how them tits, they feelin’ mushy

Kdog

Ooh, sayin’

We just hit a lick for twenty-three bands

I just want a hit for thirty more bands

We gon’ beat the man, not a man with a plan


Ooh, sayin’

We just hit a lick for twenty-three bands

I just want a hit for thirty more bands

We gon’ beat the man, not a man with a plan

all we work for is to satisfy you.