Letra de Real Oppy - King Von

(Feat. G Herbo)

Tahj Money

What?

Look

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy

He dead, change the topic

I got out, they can't stop (Nah)

James Harden, Houston Rock'

In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)

I turn up the party (Yeah)

I get high and start shit (What?)

In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)

Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks

I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)

I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)

Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'

Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)

They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)

I'm colder than a polar bear (Freeze)

My neck, solar flare (Bling, baow)

They sentence me for killin' beats (Yeah)

They gon' give me the chair (Damn, damn)

DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (Nah, nah)

Play this if you ain't scared (Yeah)

This club go up, we throwin' chairs (What?)

You better duck your head (Boom, boom)

I pull up like, "What was said?"

If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass

And if that bitch get mad and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs

Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)

Hit him and all his friends

I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans

And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)

Jordan, Dior, I ain't Woo

These Chanels brand new

Police come, I'm gettin' loose (Von)

Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)

I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (Nah)

Get caught, I ain't do it (Nah)

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy

He dead, change the topic

I got out, they can't stop (Nah)

James Harden, Houston Rock'

In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)

I turn up the party (Yeah)

I get high and start shit (What?)

In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)

Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks

I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)

I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)

Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'

Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)

They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)

It's like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin' with my mans (Yeah)

He don't want no hoes (Uh-uh)

He just wanna spin (Go)

Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)

You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)

Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin

Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)

I stay talkin' cash shit, we got all the Ms

I can't get her off my dick, this lil' bitch a fan (Fan)

Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blammed up

Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (Right now)

I'll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)

What the fuck you niggas starin' for?

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy

He dead, change the topic

I got out, they can't stop (Nah)

James Harden, Houston Rock'

In my pocket, I'ma pop (Boom)

I turn up the party (Yeah)

I get high and start shit (What?)

In this bitch, they play the opps' shit (Yeah, boom, boom)

Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks

I want it, I'ma cop (Yeah)

I get mad, I Cash App ten (What?)

Tell lil' folks to pop, Redenbach'

Over dead (Damn), these niggas always scared (They is)

They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (What? Huh?)

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