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hotboii - all the opps lyrics

[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 h+ll, ain’t hard to get no income
all the opps be beefing ’bout a b+tch 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 sh+t on n+ggas
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 b+tch i’m lit, lit
hopped on a pj, i sit by the pilot, heavy on my rich sh+t
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 sh+t 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 h+ll, ain’t hard to get no income
all the opps be beefing ’bout a b+tch 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
n+gga, all the opps trashcan, take ’em to the road
n+gga, 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

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