O.P.P (feat. Jdot Breezy & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)

(Ayy, Big Chant)
 (Phew)
 I can't take niggas for real
 They ass be all talk
 I put his ass up on a leash
 Finna take him for a walk
 Ayy, Why you BM always mad at me?
 It ain't my fault
 I lounge around in Double C's
 Some shit her biddy bought
 I told they ass I was a real P, they ain't believe me
 I know my pussy hella good
 'Cause none of my niggas leave me
 I know I tell my nigga lies
 Sometimes I be misleading
 But I still look him in his eyes
 And fuck him like a Demon
 Ayy, Ion never stay around too long
 We Fuck, I'm leavin'
 I call him like I ain't with you
 So how the fuck you breathin'?
 This Nigga tellin' me he love me
 He don't know the meaning
 If he can't give me what I want
 Can't lie, I'm prolly cheatin'
 Can't lie, I got my nigga ways
 But I learn from the best
 I did his ass like he did me
 And now he fucking stressed
 Can't find no bitch to take his mind off me
 I fuck him best
 He called my phone number on private
 Yeah, you know the rest
 I had to grade him on his head
 This nigga passed the test
 You mad yo nigga love it here
 I got these bitches pressed
 I need the Nigga wit' the most
 Can't settle for no less
 I not the bitch to be yo peace
 I have you in distress
 Don't give a fuck if you in town
 I'm not no tour guide
 That nigga just up in this water, He gon' baptized
 Split through the hood a couple times
 He never outside
 Won't say im sorry to no nigga, I got big pride
 My nigga know, he make me mad?
 I put him in my verse
 While niggas dissing on my name
 They all end up in hearse
 I stay wit' blick, I let it blow, I hide it in my purse
 I be laughin', niggas chicken
 They end up in churches
 Ayy, while you kickin' it the spot
 You gotta make a purchase
 Watch yo tone fo' you wake up
 Surrounded by some nurses
 Bitches out here lost
 They still ain't found they purpose
 Once I get the best out of a nigga
 I treat him like he worthless
 I can't save nigga, I'm not G-O-D
 I be breakin' niggas like it's my J-O-B
 Please don't touch my shit cause I got O-C-D
 Runnin' through these niggas pockets
 Spendin' O.P.P
 (O.P.P, we spendin' other people paper, fuck?
 We run in these niggas pockets
 I mean,they ain't gon do shit but
 Lie & Fuck-Up anyway, so we might as well
 Fuck they money up, Whop, Whop)
 P-I-M-P, bitch that's me
 I cant trust a bitch
 As far as I can motherfuckin' see
 Too much paper over here
 She wanna leave I let her be
 Her Favorite food beef
 Well bitch get on yo knees and eat this meat
 Woke up early morning
 Part of this got me like "Fuck the World"
 I ain't tryna make more Opps
 This nigga mad I fucked his girl
 He better stay up in his place
 You know that Drac' gon make him curl
 That go for any nigga
 Add the "S" behind it, make it plural
 Bless the attitude
 But she a bad bitch wit' her referral
 This nigga out his mind
 I think he fuckin' wit' that bald girl
 This Choppa hit his spine
 His back in, he pressed like Uncle Url
 My broski wet him down
 The last man get caught, make a mural
 I can't take her serious
 She just see this cash and it's "Oh, Geek!"
 I ain't no trick but I'm not spendin' shit
 If you can't make me skeet
 I might put you on this flight
 So you can stay for 'bout a week
 But after that you goin' home
 Cause bitch this money callin' me
 Why these bitches stalkin' me?
 Cause I ball like 23
 I from the "One Night Stand"
 So she gettin' fucked in the backseat
 Name a nigga playin' me
 We point him out and we gon' see
 This Nigga think just Cause I'm rappin'
 I won't drop his fuckin C
 Ayy, don't ask me I smoke, bitch
 Let's hit the blunt and see
 Her Baby Daddy been a bitch
 These niggas know don't play wit' me
 I'm in a 'Vette, got that Drac' on me
 Ain't no backseat
 On that X couldn't go to sleep
 So I'm back on that lean
 Gave the ho some money
 Now she thinks she my bitch
 In Da club wit' my blood
 DJ know don't play no O.P.P shit
 I'mma Cuff you & I know you fucked my Dawg
 It don't make no sense
 She said "Why you Fuck my friend?"
 But I ain't know it
 2 chains on my neck
 And these bitches buss
 Ayy, my lil bitch a gangsta
 She'on give a fuck
 Put her in the car
 Got that bitch movin' like a Maybach truck
 6 figure nigga still in the hood
 And I can't be touched
 You can't fool me wit' that makeup
 Ho you still ugly
 You can't play me like you bougie
 Ho you still fucked me
 This niggas broke for real
 They ain't never touched a hunnid
 My pink cost more than yo car
 Nigga out that on sum
 (Yeah, Yeah, once you Fuck another nigga
 Baby you a O.P.P, Aight?
 Cause that's other people's pussy
 You see what in sayin'? Yeah, Yeah
 You know what the fuck goin' on
 While lotta gang shit)