Letra Real Oppy - King Von
Tahj Money
What?
Look
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
I'm colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My neck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin' beats (Yeah)
They gon' give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain't scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin' chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, "What was said?"
If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass
And if that bitch get mad and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain't Woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I'm gettin' loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (Nah)
Get caught, I ain't do it (Nah)
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
It's like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin' with my mans (Yeah)
He don't want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)
I stay talkin' cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can't get her off my dick, this lil' bitch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blammed up
Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (Right now)
I'll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the fuck you niggas starin' for?
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
What?
Look
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
I'm colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My neck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin' beats (Yeah)
They gon' give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain't scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin' chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, "What was said?"
If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass
And if that bitch get mad and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain't Woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I'm gettin' loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (Nah)
Get caught, I ain't do it (Nah)
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
It's like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin' with my mans (Yeah)
He don't want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)
I stay talkin' cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can't get her off my dick, this lil' bitch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blammed up
Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (Right now)
I'll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the fuck you niggas starin' for?
Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)
I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)
Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'
Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)
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Get It Done
That you the only oneWe doin' murder oneWe gon' get it done(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)Hope you don't think that you the only one (You the only one)Ridin' 'round this bitch, we doin' murder one (We doin' murder...
Jealous
(Wheezy outta here)DamnWhat?VonHuh? What?You know I'm the realest (You know)And you know I'm a killer (You know)I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel itRight in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me...
Get Back
Banger (Uh)Slide, slideUh, uh, what?DJ on the beat, so it's a bangerCouple killers, yeah, I know a fewCatch you lackin' and stand over you (Boom, boom)I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (Yeah)Put you on the news,...
Pressure
(Twysted Genius, baby)(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)See, foenem get busy a lot (Uh-huh)And they on the block when it's hot with them GlocksYou get shot if God with you or not (Boom, boom)Nigga ran in the spot,...
Where I’m From
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I grew up with all my niggas (All my niggas), in them buildings Low income, roaches on ceilings (Roaches on ceilings), man, y'all don't get it But I had a dollar, we was at the...
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