Hotboii – All The Opps Lyrics

 

All The Opps Lyrics Hotboii

All The Opps Lyrics

 

All The Opps Lyrics by Hotboii

 

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent 35 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 earplugs
All the opps broke as hell, it ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing about a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them

I love all my opps cause without them I would not know how to move
I love all my opps because without them I wouldn’t know how to shoot
I love all my opps because without them I wouldn’t know how to shit on n*****
I was balling in the paint trying to see the picture
Just let me know what smoke you want, I got you, we deliver
Henny shot just like a real shot, it’s bound to eat your liver
I be going everywhere solo dolo gang say I’m tripping
In the field don’t need no blockers, 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 because she running like its fitness
And I’m with B, they roll some dead opps right up smoke a zip with me
This that shit boost my adrenaline
Hot be on his pivot, gotta come wit it when you send for him
Every time I roll through, I’m riding with them sentences
He ain’t got on no suit, we tied him up like businessman

Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent 35 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 earplugs
All the opps broke as hell, it ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing about a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them

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 yo friends, y’all can have me
All the opps music straight garbage switch the song
N****, all the opps trash can, had to take them to the road
N****, all the opps, all the opps, all the opps poor
I ain’t never heard his song, but I booked him for a show now

Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent 35 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 earplugs
All the opps broke as hell, it ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing about a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them