Hotboii - All the opps lyrics

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 b*tch and then forgive her All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them 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 ni**as I was ballin’ in the paint, tryna 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 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 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 b*tch 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 your friends, y’all can have me All the opps music straight garbage, switch the song ni**a, all the opps trashcan, take ’em to the road ni**a, 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 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 b*tch and then forgive her All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed themmm