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Fuck All The Opps Video (MV)




Performed By: J4that0oter
Featuring: PFA Leek, Rivtwer AJ
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Jacob Whitaker




J4that0oter - Fuck All The Opps Lyrics
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[ Featuring PFA Leek, Rivtwer AJ ]

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Niggas know how we comin' (rrah)
Double TF, PFA, 816
Niggas gettin' flocked down, damn

They Troopers? Who troopin'? (Grrah, grrah)
What did they troop through? Shit is confusin' (baow, baow, baow)
Jah Savv be droppin' the rakes (grrah, rrah)
Got caught and did nothin' he say in his music (Frankie)
That boy a bitch, pickin' and choosin' (grrah, rrah)
Smokin' on who? What is you doin'? (Baow, baow, baow)
Almost died, this shit is confusin' (gang, gang)
I'll let it bang on the block like Yuen (grrah, grrah)
Bro off a pill but shot up the party (rrah)
Like JB, that's my heartie (that's my heartie)
I got an opp thot up in the trap (rrah, rrah)
F*ckin' that pussy while playin' some Party (baow, baow, baow)
All of them niggas keep mentionin' Garvey (gang, gang, gang)
Stay with a chopstick like I'm in Hardee's (rrah, rrah)
Oh, it's AG like I'm in the army (army)
I catch an opp, he get put in the Marley (Marley, Marley)
Heard they lookin' for me, I'ma slide (grrah, grrah)
Creepin' up slow, flockin' up his ride (baow, baow, baow)
J4the0oter quick to let it fly
Catch me a 6, I'm lettin' more than five (five, six)
Like enough is enough (grrah)
Come to the Ville, come call my bluff (grrah)
Sha got beat by a 41, that said enough (grrah, grrah)
Everybody know that they ain't tough
Get in with ratchets like I'm Kanii (baow, baow, baow)
Boomer died, he got lined by the ninety (rrah, rrah)
Rell got shot, he was yellin' for mommy (mommy)
Still free, heard he caught him a homi' (Rello)
You threw shots, but ain't hit nothin'
So in my eyes, you ain't did nothin'
Don't get in this V if you ain't got G
Oh, you ain't got plans? Then go spliff somethin'
B told, how the f*ck is y'all jackin' him? (F*ckin' rat)
4 drill, he missed, I was clappin' him (grrah, grrah)
Throwin' at him and whoever backin' him
Run into Kay Makk, JB Makkin' him (rrah)
Jenn is a bitch, you could get got (stupid bitch)
What is your pronouns? I'm on your block (rrah)
Her? Him? They? Them? F*ck it, everybody gettin' shot
I got a G with me and my G's with me, so how you think this gon' go? (Rrah)
41K, everybody get low (baow, baow, baow)
Shot after shot, I'ma put on a show (baow, baow, baow)
I was on Chester two blocks up (rrah, rrah)
Me and my doley, two knocks tucked (rrah, rrah, rrah, nigga, ah, like)
Twenty-one shots in both of these G's (rrah, rrah, nigga, ah, like)
41K, one more for good luck (nigga, ah, like, nigga, ah, like, nigga, ah, ah, like)

I got a thirty stickin' out this G2, I catch a, I promise he get whacked
Got one gun, I promise I don't need two, walk up on, I'm tryna hit a Hat
Rello got left on the floor, he was just yellin' for help and they still ain't get back
Mecca got left in the Yams, LJ ain't do not a thing
But he keep makin' tracks (baow, baow)
Bro said it's time, like we ain't have us a ride
I said, "F*ck it, let's walk up on feet"
Sha got beat, and we stripped him out his shoes and he still ain't do nothin' to me
Brodie start throwin' them shots, he ain't even have a mask, he ain't care 'bout his ski
Like he said, "Bro, I did it for the gang," I'ma teach him a lesson for dissin' the G
Like, like, like walk up the block, I'm catch me a Wag or I'm tryna go to the 8
I don't care if it's light outside, don't care about kids, like I don't care if it's late
Too many opps got beat, Sha got stomped, Loopy was holdin' his face
Racks wan' diss us in tracks, but he don't want beef, man, I swear niggas is laced (Kdot)
Kdot tried to run and got his back hit, round of applause, we gon' clap shit
Like when I spot him, throw on the beam, nigga, lights, camera, action
Like real life, ain't no actin'
Nigga got shipped in a packin'
Like, send the TD, need a backend
If he loaf on that block, then we wack him

Yeah, I'm definitely better than all of these niggas, that ain't no comparison
KJ all on my dick
Someone tell Dizzy Hound that it's buck 50 marinate
Nayshawn died just for uppin' the Woo
Starter tried to crawl and got sent to the boot
Kay Makk-
Got an opp thot linin' the 6 for the crew
Gotta double back, double back with the knock
Like I tried to box and he dropped
Niggas should've flocked Day Glizz in his top
'Cause he wanna act crazy, gotta tell him stop
Brodie told me watch out for the cops
Told brodie to watch out, flick every shot
Double R dubbed me, almost killed a cop
Boomer went out hard for thinkin' with his cock, no Diddy
Gunna caught one to the matha for panickin'
That be the reason you gotta put fear in him
Back shot, the .40 started clearin' him
Torch out the V, walk up, started tearin' him
Shit go, "Grrta"
Bro do a drill, hit the crib, kick back, and bust out the yrrta
Mali got beat with the chair and he still got 1090 on his hand
You is not like that, why you ain't fight back?
Spinnin' through, then hop out the van
30 got beat, he ran
Ain't no security, keep me a tan
Boomer a rat, Cooder a rat, I guess the Woo like to tell on they mans
It's like three of y'alls of one of mine, so please stop mentionin' Rah
He caught an opp and flew to Miami, Makko B landed, got hit with the grrah
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Boom, boom, boom, boom
Niggas know how we comin' (rrah)
Double TF, PFA, 816
Niggas gettin' flocked down, damn

They Troopers? Who troopin'? (Grrah, grrah)
What did they troop through? Shit is confusin' (baow, baow, baow)
Jah Savv be droppin' the rakes (grrah, rrah)
Got caught and did nothin' he say in his music (Frankie)
That boy a bitch, pickin' and choosin' (grrah, rrah)
Smokin' on who? What is you doin'? (Baow, baow, baow)
Almost died, this shit is confusin' (gang, gang)
I'll let it bang on the block like Yuen (grrah, grrah)
Bro off a pill but shot up the party (rrah)
Like JB, that's my heartie (that's my heartie)
I got an opp thot up in the trap (rrah, rrah)
F*ckin' that pussy while playin' some Party (baow, baow, baow)
All of them niggas keep mentionin' Garvey (gang, gang, gang)
Stay with a chopstick like I'm in Hardee's (rrah, rrah)
Oh, it's AG like I'm in the army (army)
I catch an opp, he get put in the Marley (Marley, Marley)
Heard they lookin' for me, I'ma slide (grrah, grrah)
Creepin' up slow, flockin' up his ride (baow, baow, baow)
J4the0oter quick to let it fly
Catch me a 6, I'm lettin' more than five (five, six)
Like enough is enough (grrah)
Come to the Ville, come call my bluff (grrah)
Sha got beat by a 41, that said enough (grrah, grrah)
Everybody know that they ain't tough
Get in with ratchets like I'm Kanii (baow, baow, baow)
Boomer died, he got lined by the ninety (rrah, rrah)
Rell got shot, he was yellin' for mommy (mommy)
Still free, heard he caught him a homi' (Rello)
You threw shots, but ain't hit nothin'
So in my eyes, you ain't did nothin'
Don't get in this V if you ain't got G
Oh, you ain't got plans? Then go spliff somethin'
B told, how the f*ck is y'all jackin' him? (F*ckin' rat)
4 drill, he missed, I was clappin' him (grrah, grrah)
Throwin' at him and whoever backin' him
Run into Kay Makk, JB Makkin' him (rrah)
Jenn is a bitch, you could get got (stupid bitch)
What is your pronouns? I'm on your block (rrah)
Her? Him? They? Them? F*ck it, everybody gettin' shot
I got a G with me and my G's with me, so how you think this gon' go? (Rrah)
41K, everybody get low (baow, baow, baow)
Shot after shot, I'ma put on a show (baow, baow, baow)
I was on Chester two blocks up (rrah, rrah)
Me and my doley, two knocks tucked (rrah, rrah, rrah, nigga, ah, like)
Twenty-one shots in both of these G's (rrah, rrah, nigga, ah, like)
41K, one more for good luck (nigga, ah, like, nigga, ah, like, nigga, ah, ah, like)

I got a thirty stickin' out this G2, I catch a, I promise he get whacked
Got one gun, I promise I don't need two, walk up on, I'm tryna hit a Hat
Rello got left on the floor, he was just yellin' for help and they still ain't get back
Mecca got left in the Yams, LJ ain't do not a thing
But he keep makin' tracks (baow, baow)
Bro said it's time, like we ain't have us a ride
I said, "F*ck it, let's walk up on feet"
Sha got beat, and we stripped him out his shoes and he still ain't do nothin' to me
Brodie start throwin' them shots, he ain't even have a mask, he ain't care 'bout his ski
Like he said, "Bro, I did it for the gang," I'ma teach him a lesson for dissin' the G
Like, like, like walk up the block, I'm catch me a Wag or I'm tryna go to the 8
I don't care if it's light outside, don't care about kids, like I don't care if it's late
Too many opps got beat, Sha got stomped, Loopy was holdin' his face
Racks wan' diss us in tracks, but he don't want beef, man, I swear niggas is laced (Kdot)
Kdot tried to run and got his back hit, round of applause, we gon' clap shit
Like when I spot him, throw on the beam, nigga, lights, camera, action
Like real life, ain't no actin'
Nigga got shipped in a packin'
Like, send the TD, need a backend
If he loaf on that block, then we wack him

Yeah, I'm definitely better than all of these niggas, that ain't no comparison
KJ all on my dick
Someone tell Dizzy Hound that it's buck 50 marinate
Nayshawn died just for uppin' the Woo
Starter tried to crawl and got sent to the boot
Kay Makk-
Got an opp thot linin' the 6 for the crew
Gotta double back, double back with the knock
Like I tried to box and he dropped
Niggas should've flocked Day Glizz in his top
'Cause he wanna act crazy, gotta tell him stop
Brodie told me watch out for the cops
Told brodie to watch out, flick every shot
Double R dubbed me, almost killed a cop
Boomer went out hard for thinkin' with his cock, no Diddy
Gunna caught one to the matha for panickin'
That be the reason you gotta put fear in him
Back shot, the .40 started clearin' him
Torch out the V, walk up, started tearin' him
Shit go, "Grrta"
Bro do a drill, hit the crib, kick back, and bust out the yrrta
Mali got beat with the chair and he still got 1090 on his hand
You is not like that, why you ain't fight back?
Spinnin' through, then hop out the van
30 got beat, he ran
Ain't no security, keep me a tan
Boomer a rat, Cooder a rat, I guess the Woo like to tell on they mans
It's like three of y'alls of one of mine, so please stop mentionin' Rah
He caught an opp and flew to Miami, Makko B landed, got hit with the grrah
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Writer: Jacob Whitaker
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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