Fredo Bang - Oppanese lyrics

[Intro] (Uno got the streets going crazy) (I told 'em PJ got them tracks) Say something, spray something, I make it sound off Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off (Yo Uzi, run that sh*t up) [Verse 1] I don't need no ni**a to vouch for me (Vouch for me), my body count gon' speak (Baow, baow) b*tch tryna bring up opps, I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese" (b*tch) She like, "Why you keep me 'round? But it's the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah) They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight-ball All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout I'm not friendly, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out [Chorus] I quit sipping syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off) He was a troll, that sh*t got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off) He was a troll, that sh*t got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off [Post-Chorus] Say something, spray something, I make it sound off Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off I don't really know what I'm doin' (Baow, baow), yeah [Verse 2] We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these ni**as vacate (Baow, baow) Pop a ni**a, do some time, we call that sh*t a vacay (We call that sh*t a vacay) Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (Brrr), wait Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat-tail (Yeah, yeah) Why you waiting? I got ni**as at ya doorbell Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there [Chorus] I quit sipping syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off) He was a troll, that sh*t got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off I quit sipping syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off) Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off) He was a troll, that sh*t got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off