The Game, Youngboy Never Broke Again - O.P.P

You an opp nigga
You an opp nigga
You an opp nigga
You an opp nigga
You an opp nigga

You's an opp if an opp with you, ain't got time to play
Got this iced out AP on my wrist, bitch, I got time today
We off liquor, takin' shots, yeah, I brought my nine today
Catch a fish with the tartar sauce is what I'm tryna say
Told Paul, "Play the beat", did it all from A to Z, who the fuck fadin' me?
I bleed the scene, brand new AMG, leave a nigga on A&E
Don't play with me, it ain't no game with me, just good aim with me
Your gang, that ain't no gang to me, you niggas lame to me
I went on two licks with two sticks and two Crips for two days
With two TECs and two Ks, for new fits and new Js
My new bitch go two ways, them bricks gone, it's too late
Them two blicks on two opps, take two shots, it's touché

Say you on your block and we gon' come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gon' come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gеttin' dropped off
Say you poppin' shots, we won't let you gеt a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gon' knock them niggas socks off
Say you want fire, we gon' come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Lookin' for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce

You a fuckin' opp, enemy, O.P.P., bitch, play with me
Got .223s, bitch, swing at me and resolve the bling, dead body
Funerals and pallbearers for your team, dirty chopper
Put the same nigga on it that had dissed me, they know about it
Say he want it with me, turned us out, we clap your ass
Do or die, it's you or me, killer get shot, I been on that
I been in them streets, don't fuckin' listen what my pastor said
Since a child, my mama said, "He play and then you smash his ass"
I whacked the mans, know they tryna count me out
Thirty round Glock and a photo just came out
They wonder, I'm hangin' out, baow, baow
I close his mouth, I'ma make sure that the nigga can't talk
Let him go in, catch him when he walk out
Know I want bitter, I'm straight out that North, yeah