NEW OPP Lyrics – Sha Gz
Round one, fight
New opp, new opp, like
Like, grrah
Like, like
Spin the 3rd, tryna catch me a Rolla (Catch me a Rolla, what’s good, Sou?)
Oh, he lackin’? Run him over (Run him over)
*** the Sev block, I’m the owner (I’m the owner)
I’m smokin’ on dead opps (Noah), ain’t no floaters (Noah)
He tryna run, but I click and it’s over (Noah)
Oh, he wit’ his kid? Then I’m kickin’ his stroller (Kickin’ his kid)
*** a drive-by, I’ma get closer (Like, get on yo’ ***)
Dougie got shot, now he shakin’ his shoulders (Die 5s)
Know that I’m smokin’ on Notti, y’all fessed (Y’all fessed)
Ayy, yo, DD, you next (Line up)
When I bend through the ‘Hill, ***, I’m looking for rec’ (Like, gimme yo’ ***)
Like-Like, I’ma leave that lil’ boy on his neck
*** Bobby, that *** died on the steps (Mama)
And *** Dotty, he put himself right to rest
Like ─, Edot got put right to bed (Bed, like, what?)
Like ─, He shot his self in his head (Ah)
How y’all smokin’ on niggas y’all don’t even know?
Now it’s chrome
Oh my God, we smokin’ y’all bros (Get off our ***)
And tell Naz to pick up the phone (Y’all niggas can suck my ***), tha-that’s a no
Spin through the Sev, tryna catch him and go
Like, I-I’m tryna up it and blow (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
He can’t run once I shoot through the coat (Like, what?)
H-He gon’ die once he mention my bros (Like, what? Like)
I can’t love on no ***, I can’t link wit’ no *** (No ***)
Like, I-I don’t trust none of that *** (None of that ***)
Like, I don’t care about none of that *** (None of that ***)
Like, give a *** about none of that *** (None of that ***)
Like ─, he really rap what he not (What he not)
I’m tryna shoot ’til he drop (At all, at all)
Oh, he thinkin’ it’s sweet? I’ma knock off his top (Like, grrah-grrah)
When I spin through the Sev, I’ma dump every shot (Like, suck my ***)
Spin the 3rd, tryna catch me a roller (Catch me a Rolla, what’s good, Sou?)
Oh, he lackin’? Run him over (Run him over)
*** the Sev block, I’m the owner (I’m the owner)
I’m smokin’ on dead opps (Noah), ain’t no floaters (Noah)
He tryna run, but I click and it’s over
Oh, he wit’ his kid? Then I’m kickin’ his stroller (Kickin’ his stroller)
*** a drive-by, I’ma get closer (Get on yo’ ***)
Dougie got shot, now he shakin’ his shoulders (Like, ah, like, ah)