Op Vibes

Ayy! Ayy!
When I pop opp wit’ the gang
We be chippin’ and shit
Set yo chain, lil’ nigga; you ain’t down with the clique
You get me opp vibes
I ain’t ****in’ with that shit
We ain’t doin’ drive by’s
We gon’ walk up; let it rip
Ayy, ayy, ayy!
Bitch ass nigga, get me out
Five niggas try to put him in the air like a high five
I been in the track gettin’ swol’ like I’m Popeye (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Made the pack disappear, doing tricks, tie dye
I’m David Blaine wit’ yo bitch
Make her frannies; make her trick
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the money, you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit!
Bitch, I’m friends with brotha Briggs
And I go downs with the nigs
You got pounds; we got bligs
Trouble making body flip!
Tell the next nigga bitch
Roll my wood up fourside
Other’n that, nigga, throw yo hood up
The raw
The chopsticks glops look like mop sticks
Turn into a hashtag
Making, trending, top, bitch!
We gon’ make that nigga body flop
We gon’ milli bright when the opp plot
Send out plenty shots
Don’t you know that gimme got mert?
Ain’t no handouts in this shit; you gotta work. Ayy
You ain’t livin’ like that, nigga
You get first
Forty-eight, and bitch, I’ll gang up in the eighty
Bring up, spin that nigga trap
Boop, boop, boop!
Get the spray, ayy!
Another Afdah hit the block
We celebrated
He ain’t get to bring his gang
He left his jaw up on the pavement
When I pop opp with the gang
We be chippin’ and shit
Set yo chain, lil’ nigga; you ain’t down with the clique
You get me opp vibes
I ain’t ****in’ with that shit
We ain’t doin’ drive by’s
We gon’ walk up; let it rip
Bitch ass nigga, get me out
Five niggas try to put him in the air like a high five
I been in the track gettin’ swol’ like I’m Popeye (ayy, ayy)
Made the pack disappear, doing tricks, tie dye
Bigass girl with a sound I can’t even make
Then I saw 4Hunnid eyes and make ’em do the Harlem Shake
Ground of a plug, where we clash shit up
These bullets got some pur; they gon’ back shit up (yeah)
It’s great to hear a city girl; they love to act up (yeah)
Bitch, onto the go act like you know, for you get beat up (yeah)
Choppin’, shreddin’, nigga
We not aimin’ for yo feet, nah!
We gon’ shoot you in your face and try and yo best feat-ure!
When I pop opp wit’ the gang
We be chippin’ and shit
Set yo chain, lil’ nigga; you ain’t down with the clique
You get me opp vibes
I ain’t ****in’ with that shit
We ain’t doin’ drive by’s
We gon’ walk up; let it rip
Bitch ass nigga, get me out
Five niggas try to put him in the air like a high five
I been in the track gettin’ swol’ like I’m Popeye
Made the pack disappear, doing tricks, tie dye