Letra de Opp Thot - Jim Jones

(Feat. Fabolous, DramaB2R)

Lose your love, mm

I don't wanna say bye-bye

(Ooh, it's Wavy808), oh, no

True love is so hard to find

And it's right between your lips and mine

And mine

Uh, said, yeah

I'm pourin' this double cup right now, this the only thing keepin' me sane

This shit a hundred a line every time, this shit expensive pain

I leave the hood a hundred times, come back and shit done changed

No, 'cause I had dope boy dreams to chase

Shoebox money and it's filled with hundreds, like fuck it, don't need no safe

'Member my mama kicked me out, 'cause told me she needed the space

Too deep in the streets for me to leave, can't even escape

Can't even escape, oh, no, no, no (Can't escape, it feel like)

Being killed or in jail, there wasn't no escapin' the two (That was my thought)

It felt like being locked up was the only vacation we knew

So before you jump in these streets, I know a bunch of shit that's safer to do (Be careful)

If you gamble out here and you fuck around, throw a ace or the two (What's in it?)

I can't front, sometimes you just might roll a cee-lo (Head crackin')

Sometimes you catch bossman in the Porsche, man, I be rollin' D-low (Uh)

Left wrist on ice box and right pocket like a solar kilo (Feel me?)

And if you see the cops, then you know you gotta hold the heat low

'Cause out here, if you slip, even if you spiritual, your soul get clapped

Range Rover with the third row, that shit foldin' back

Homie caught a charge, he back home now, he got parole for that (I'm happy for him)

Every action don't need a reaction, I'm getting way too old for that (That's what mama said)

Lord knows, let me show you how vicious it is (Listen to this)

But the homie got to keep it on him, even when he visit his kids (Imagine that)

He don't get along with his baby mama, he say that bitch is a kid (Childish)

'Cause she be kissing on the opps with the same mouth she be kissing the kids (Damn, nasty work)

He don't want his kiss growing up like where their pops at (I respect that)

So he risk getting popped at (Crazy)

I got a flick with a snitch and then that's where the pic' got cropped at (Outta here)

You can't catch me in traffic, you niggas know where my block at (No fear, bitch)

I'm pourin' this double cup right now, this the only thing keepin' me sane

This shit a hundred a line every time, this shit expensive pain

I leave the hood a hundred times, come back and shit done changed

No, 'cause I had dope boy dreams to chase (Yeah)

Shoebox money and it's filled with hundreds, like fuck it, don't need no safe (It's the young OG)

'Member my mama kicked me out, 'cause told me she needed the space (Come work this sound real quick)

Too deep in the streets for me to leave can't even escape (Let me talk to 'em a little bit, Capo, what's up?)

Can't even escape, oh, no, no, no

Ayy, the devil can't get you, he try to get someone close to you

I want my bitches hot as the sun and unapproachable

The haters gon' hate, they doin' what they supposed to do

They still couldn't see me if I let 'em get a closer view

And put 'em in the front row (Yeah)

And put 'em in them floor seats (Yeah)

They still gon' to post more lies (More)

They just gon' send more tweets (Go 'head)

But they be in a porch seat (Yeah) while I be in a Porsche seat

We both pushing P (I guess), I guess I'm just pushing more P

So don't you miss your blessing, baby (For real), then be out here stressin', baby (For real)

The L is only a loss if you ain't learn your lesson, baby (Facts)

I don't ask no questions, baby, I won't hear no lies (I won't)

So if it's cap in they rap, then I don't hear those guys (I don't)

And they can't walk in your shoes 'cause they don't wear your size (They don't)

They see you moving comfy, now they tryna wear your slides (It's sad)

And that's them weirdo vibes (It is)

That's some scared ho vibes (It is)

Just stay away from 'em, don't you let 'em near your vibe

Like fuck them hatin' hoes with the yo te quiero vibes

Got a crew of good fellas, Pesci and De Niro vibes (Family)

And if they mobbin' with us, they got be top tens

And no, we not friends if you and my opps friends, nigga

I'm pourin' this double cup right now, this the only thing keepin' me sane

This shit a hundred a line every time, this shit expensive pain

I leave the hood a hundred times, come back and shit done changed

No, 'cause I had dope boy dreams to chase

Shoebox money and it's filled with hundreds, like fuck it, don't need no safe

'Member my mama kicked me out, 'cause told me she needed the space

Too deep in the streets for me to leave, can't even escape

Can't even escape, oh, no, no, no

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