YBN Nahmir – Opp Stoppa (feat. 21 Savage) Lyrics

YBN Nahmir – Opp Stoppa (feat. 21 Savage) Lyrics
Opp Stoppa
YBN Nahmir (feat. 21 Savage)
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    "Opp Stoppa." - YBN Nahmir (feat. 21 Savage)

    Album: Opp Stoppa (feat. 21 Savage) - Single
    Track No: 01
    (21, pussy, pussy) Shh, shh, sheesh
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass ****, weird ass ****, man
    What are all these **** talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy)
    Ice cream ass ****
    Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
    I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
    If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started
    I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, ****, I'm a gunner
    When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
    Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
    I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
    Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
    Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda (Ayy)
    All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie
    Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?
    We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy
    I remember them days in the jail, still free my **** Rodney
    And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
    A **** keep it silent in L.A., I keep a clip though
    'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
    And I can't have no **** with me if they gon' snitch on us
    Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
    I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
    Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
    Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
    Ayy, big dawg Savage (21)
    Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)
    Ratchet bitch suck me while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)
    Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
    My model bitch be smokin' all the 'Woods, she from Cali' (21)
    In my Testarossa (21) My pistol out the holster (On God)
    I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (Facts)
    Opps want promotion (Pussy) We put 'em on a poster (Pussy)
    I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (Pussy)
    My watch ten bricks (God shit)
    Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
    Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21)
    Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21)
    Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
    I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
    Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
    Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
    Ah, that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
    I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
    Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
    Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

    Writer(s): Ashton Woodench, Nicholas Simmons & Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph.

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