Bigidagoe - Opp Blazen [Remix] Lyrics

My head is steaming, I can't even count til ten
K-keep pushing, like I'm pushing ten doorbells
This time, it should be late
Th-they don't love me, so it must be hate
Do it for myself and for my momma
Always piped up, cause I'm a young gunna
Eversince this my head is full
If I see him, I will put his head full
Free Presh, free Piet and free 12
Do you know how much shit is in the clip, perhaps 12
Th-That's a dozen
If I'm done with him then he must

My head is steaming, I'm about to blow up
If I see him, I will blow him up/opp
They look at my like I'm a floorplan
A week ago I was laying flat on a floor man
I thank God for my days here
They don't wanna see a young nigga come up
You are also an opp, you wanna come up for an opp (Faggot)
B-b-blow up like C4
He must go, my mom doesn't feel safe around here anymore (Momma)
Blow up like four bombs
And me not making it, that I can't imagine
Those men are talking much, but they ain't got nothing on me

That man talks a lot
Don't let me drop a semi in his street
Don't put down hands anymore
I'm coming, coming to ring your doorbell
That counter doesn't get stacks
I'm counting two tons in purple bills
The street, keeps on pushing me
Give me packs, I wanna work for real
Nobody is going to eat or sleep here
I'm with the workers and I like to shoot
I let it explode like nitrates
Have to go and bury the Kalash
I got a lil' G in my saddle
Or I'm under the Ducano ?
I can see, those things are faltering
My little one is rattling
I don't have time for all those fables
Pay a lotto ticket for tables
But for a lotto ticket we bang
D&G with plates, I gave up on all that Dutch shit
I'm addicted to making money
I don't even wanna talk to them anymore

Pay now, get the block later
A-all my men are on blowing up, like an explosion
I see 'em looking at the road map
Went to Turkey three times, but she still has a flat ass
Mula Moes, making money
Don't talk about a T, when you can't even make a grand
Give those men little space, no wiggle room
Double barrel shotgun looks like a twin
You shouldn't worry so much
F*ck those shows, you should make your money with drugs now
Mula Moes, Bigidagoe, big nothing
All my money is black, looks like Kwaku (festival in The Netherlands aimed towards people of color)

I thank God for my days here
They don't wanna see a young nigga come up
You are also an opp, you wanna come up for an opp (Faggot)
B-b-blow up like C4
He must go, my mom doesn't feel safe around here anymore (Momma)
Blow up like four bombs
And me not making it, that I can't imagine
Those men are talking much, but they ain't got nothing on me

The street is hot
They throw apples, not iPhone
I'm back
You see that right, you clean your eyes
They talk about us on government level
Two at the same time, I wanna have a lil' G with a spare room
I'm with rats, talking about cheese
Wherever you'll go you'll be screwed, even overseas
The bullets appear on your party, you don't no present
The hollow-point -rude- doesn't say "hello"
Wildeness, al my men are like animals, crazy
If I got something, we're celebrating
Is your body empty, let's decorate it
I-I and that one, is like Klepper and Mieremet (2 Dutch criminals)
Let it blow
I'm seeing shit, but see how calm I remain
I pull up with a Kala, no calamity
Breaking me, nah you're truly wrong
Haha, they're coming home from a rude awakening

How we come barging in
You're like 'ohmygod'
Didn't even wanna bang on him
But it felt I had to do it
This was action-reaction
Couldn't even disguise myself
Let his body give up in under a few seconds
Strapped up, mask on, bro I'm about to go scary
I'm racing way too fast, can no longer pump my breaks
You don't even wanna know where we're going for those bands
Going ham and that shit looks like a set up, let him go

Many snakes are always hanging out everywhere
I'll see who pulls the trigger
Always a lot to discuss about me
Because there's not much to say about you
F*cking with me is a big mistake
I can make sure you'll fall down cause of the big one
I don't care if people see it
It's all good as long as an opp is falling
More money, more haters
The more motherf*cking gun fire
Crazy story, crazy danger
You're not looking for it, but it comes your way
Maniac, I'm on fire
The media wants to twist the stories
Paranoid, trust nobody
I went to buy guns with my first money

I thank God for my days here
They don't wanna see a young nigga come up
You are also an opp, you wanna come up for an opp (Faggot)
B-b-blow up like C4
Boom