Opp Spotter Lyrics by Kay Flock & B-Lovee
Grrah-grrah, boom!
(It’s LilC4)
Hollows they hit him, and rip through his neck (Pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my side, on that shit you get left (Dummy)
Bitch, I’m shooting till there’s nothing left
.40 so loud, she got me feeling deaf
N***** be broke and upset
I don’t wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (Māthā, māthā)
Bitch, I just want the neck
When I spin, it’s a highlight
Bitch, fuck a fight night
I be quick to back out my pipe
She can’t tote, she’s not my type
Shooting off of eye sight, the way I bend blocks like (Like, like)
N***** got me on highs like
Don’t Bunny Hop, you get shot on the spot like (Grrrrrd)
Duwop, bitch, he a demon shooting till he see the cops (Grrah-grrah, boom!)
Bitch, I shout, get to start squeezing, gotta shoot ’em, can’t get shot
Bitch, I pop-out, get to creeping, when it’s cold I make it hot (Grrrrrd)
Is you gonna ride in a hurry? Stay with a stick, I ain’t tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky, caught him in traffic while he was tryna duck me (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me, back out the blick before he could even rush me (Pussy)
Pour me some Act, don’t touch me
It can get physical when I’m off the muddy
All red, bitch, I feel extra Bloody
Call up my ‘Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby n****, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no, she can not love me
Hollows they hit him, and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my shot, on that shit you get left
Bitch, I’m shooting till there’s nothing left
.40 so loud, she got me feeling deaf
N***** be broke and upset
I don’t wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
N***** got me on high like
I’ma spin with a nine instead of a Tec
I catch a opp, I’ma rip up his chest
Screaming “OGz” when I walk through their ‘jects
Smokin’ Woo Lotti, this shit hurt my chest
Fuck on a thotty, I’m all in her chest (Uh-huh)
B Lovee and them goons, them n***** be acting
I got a .40, make him do a backflip
Kay Kay be with me, that boy make it active
If we catch an opp, we put him in a casket
Going fifty for fifty, n**** ass hit the pavement like mattress
(Make him Bunny Hop into a backflip)
Call off the thotties, they dropping they panties for Henny
She throwing her neck, getting silly
Throw on my track and watch all these bitches get jiggy
That .42, it got a spinny
(Gang, gang, gang
Fuck all the opps, they is never on shit)
I keep a Glock, that bitch stuck to my hip
(Brodie an opp spotter, he gon’ opp spot and he spin with ten in his clip)
I might be a thot spotter and an opp spotter, and I walk with six in this shit
So please do not try me ’cause I’m quick to hit
Hollows they hit him, and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my shot, on that shit you get left
Bitch, I’m shooting till there’s nothing left
.40 so loud, she got me feeling deaf (Grrrrrd)
N***** be broke and upset
I don’t wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Dummy
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