All The Opps

[Intro]

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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 lеt me know what smoke you want, I got you, we dеliver

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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