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letra de opps - pop smoke

[intro: pop smoke]
woo
woo, woo
yoz, what you tellin’ me?
yeah, yeah
look
glock 9, tote the ruger (oh)
oh, oh (oh, look)
glock 9, tote the ruger (oh)
yeah, yeah, oh
yeah, look (woo, woo)

[verse 1: pop smoke]
glock 9, i tote the ruger (ruger)
and my murder bravados (uh, uh)
latest fashion (oh)
every gun got a hunnid clip (oh)
vs watch (oh)
my diamonds dancin’ (oh)
let ’em reach (oh), we gon’ fix ’em up
’cause i’m the teacher (oh)
preacher man (oh)
look, i got that goyard swag (oh)
couple goyard bags
i been havin’
woo, woo, woo, woo
[verse 2: jay gwuapo]
oh, yeah, i’m back again, n-gga, tell a friend
and we see the opps, and we in the party
then we got no choice, boy, it gotta end
i told [?] go see what they drivin’ and shoot through the car
he put bullets right through the tint
gotta know that my shooters r-t-rded
they spinnin’ regardless, don’t know how this sh-t’ll end
tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up
i’m off the percocet, i prolly do it, hit you catch you spinnin’ through masked up
you know i’m ebk and papi gdk, he never spinnin’ the black trucks
just know that the max with me, you ain’t even gotta see me doin’ that hat up
and we got them poles, better back up

[verse 3 – lil tjay]
oh-oh-oh-oh
ay
my n-gga gwuap told en back up
and you know i got glizzys on me and we fiendin this race so we tryna get clapped up
i been chillin out droppin the bags and stay on they ass since i got my racks up
chillin out so i’m trying not to spazz, but if i boom a n-gga [?] if he backed up-

-i don’t wanna talk about it, we can fight it out lucky i don’t tell the [feds?]
n-ggas p-ssy, they running tellin [?]
i ain’t see nothing i plead the fifth-
-single boss sticking up the crib
i remember them cold nights, i was in the rain
i was walkin with no ride
know i’m big op
when i go outside know i got em on both sides
i heard they lookin for me, i don’t even care
come and see me i won’t hide
i really been in tune since a young n-gga i was totin a .45

[pre-chorus: pop smoke]
look, i’m like, “who these n-ggas?” (oh)
lookin’ hard (oh)
in my bentley truck (oh, oh)
trey took the automatic (oh)
and he’ll get to clappin’ (oh)
broad day in traffic, woo (oh, oh)

[outro]
yoz, what you tellin’ me?
traphouse mob

- pop smoke

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