[Chorus]
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Shouts to the G and 'em Streets
Where they sparring & starving to eat
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Got a dozen felonies but they shot him so lord Rest in Peace
Hot on the Block!
Where they don't call the police
Cuz they lay 'em down under the sheet
Rob for the guap!
Boy cuz I don't got the means
But I need me a Patek Phillippe

[Verse--Indo--]
Bitch I ain't got the patience
Underground like the mouse yeah I stayed in the basement
And been too complacent
Like radio-stations that always stay playin' the same shit

But it's time for the hard shit I came for the sparring
I'm picking dunking sunken buckets Harden
Bars are too jarring like outta sarcophagus
Beauty on it like I played guitar with it
Poker hold 'em I don't show ‘em
No gold if yo bitch ass gon' fold 'em
I head to the forum and roll up a rollup
In back of the stores that we broken 'em doors into

Trying me bitch Im destroying you
Coil you up and I treat you like toilets I soil you
I could be Bobby and you could be Whitney
But what is a lawyer gon' do
Kangol my cap like I'm turtle no shell
Phone call I got was from Officer 12
They wanna lock up my block in a cell I ain't talking so cops on a L
Blue and red lights but I'm finna finesse
Searching the whip I was in with the sesh
Skunk in the trunk but he ain't even check
Cuz I wrote him a check to forget

[Chorus]
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Shouts to the G and 'em Streets
Where they sparring & starving to eat
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Got a dozen felonies but they shot him so lord Rest in Peace
Hot on the Block!
Where they don't call the police
Cuz they lay 'em down under the sheet
Rob for the guap!
Boy cuz I don't got the means
But I need me a Patek Phillippe

[Verse--Willay--]
"That's dynamic”

Bitch I’m yo pop
Show me respect when you see me
I don’t do this shit for the cheese
Came back to Vegas for the summer breeze
I hate the heat but Willay gotta eat
You know what I mean
You know what I sling
You know I rock it
Im like Yao Ming
Except a bit shorter and smoke every quarter
Came from the desert but not by the border
P.S. fuck the border
Got me a Mexican bitch yeah her name is Coco I support her
She a chihuahua and Im an Italiano
So you shouldn’t fuck with my pasta

Riding with shotguns
Wait I mean Im riding shotgun
And I do not promote the violence
I do not promote the silence
P.S. fuck the sirens

[Break]
This shit getting tiring
Fuck the president he wildin'
From the little big city
Where the presidents keep piling
And we keep a couple diamonds
Water around me like a island
And you can miss me with the driving
Bitch Im way too busy smiling

[Chorus]
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Shouts to the G and 'em Streets
Where they sparring & starving to eat
Bitch Im yo' Opp!
Got a dozen felonies but they shot him so lord Rest in Peace
Hot on the Block!
Where they don't call the police
Cuz they lay 'em down under the sheet
Rob for the guap!
Boy cuz I don't got the means
But I need me a Patek Phillippe