Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Buss at the opps house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Dragging these bitches up and down like a ball gown
Talking about me now that bitch wanna hang out
Saw the chopper on me, that bitch almost passed out
Did it by myself bitch
I ain't had no handouts
McDonald's she want beef
I'm lovin' it I'm lovin' it
This nigga, he won't leave
He cuffing it, he cuffing it
I'm rollin' up the weed
I'm puffin' it I'm puffin' it
Niggas be mad bitches be mad Don't give a f*ck
One in the clip, that one in your head
Take you out like brunch
I'm riding around with twin and them
They all wanna munch
Skipping on you hoes like we playing double dutch
Eat me in the morning no cereal Captain Crunch
I'm a star, make a wish, now they a believer
You a runner boy, I'm a star wide receiver
Copying what I'm doing like they is some cheaters
I'm bringing that heat, giving you bitches a fever
Hottest in the city, I'mma bring the summer now
I don't give a f*ck, I know my ass and titties out
Wearing some Pradas you know they very proud
I'm pullin' up, I'm pullin' up, like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Bussing at that hoe, yeah
She a oppiana
I got the bag
Cause I'm f*ckin' up them commas
She want some smoke, sent that bitch to Benihana
You bitches are my sons, like
I am your mama
Bitch, I'm a star, I shine brighter than your chain
I got the cheat code like I'm playing on the game
On your nigga lock screen like we is not the same
I'm a shooter, shoot my shot, won't miss perfect aim
I don't know who to believe, trust no one like Pac
Caught your ass lacking standing up on that block
Pull up on you hoes, skrrt up on the opps
Chasing that bag like I'm runnin' from the cops
Ricking your shit like Aaliyah, not talk about no boat
They ask what I do
I'm professional goat
Lay that bitch out like she takin' some NyQuil
So cold like wintertime, I'm too chill
Female murdering the rap game, no kill bill
Walking them down I'm takin' that hike
Got that strap on me, but I'm not a dyke
Pull up on you bitches like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
StarrDaGoat - OPPIANA Lyrics
StarrDaGoat - OPPIANA Lyrics
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Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Buss at the opps house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Dragging these bitches up and down like a ball gown
Talking about me now that bitch wanna hang out
Saw the chopper on me, that bitch almost passed out
Did it by myself bitch
I ain't had no handouts
McDonald's she want beef
I'm lovin' it I'm lovin' it
This nigga, he won't leave
He cuffing it, he cuffing it
I'm rollin' up the weed
I'm puffin' it I'm puffin' it
Niggas be mad bitches be mad Don't give a f*ck
One in the clip, that one in your head
Take you out like brunch
I'm riding around with twin and them
They all wanna munch
Skipping on you hoes like we playing double dutch
Eat me in the morning no cereal Captain Crunch
I'm a star, make a wish, now they a believer
You a runner boy, I'm a star wide receiver
Copying what I'm doing like they is some cheaters
I'm bringing that heat, giving you bitches a fever
Hottest in the city, I'mma bring the summer now
I don't give a f*ck, I know my ass and titties out
Wearing some Pradas you know they very proud
I'm pullin' up, I'm pullin' up, like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Bussing at that hoe, yeah
She a oppiana
I got the bag
Cause I'm f*ckin' up them commas
She want some smoke, sent that bitch to Benihana
You bitches are my sons, like
I am your mama
Bitch, I'm a star, I shine brighter than your chain
I got the cheat code like I'm playing on the game
On your nigga lock screen like we is not the same
I'm a shooter, shoot my shot, won't miss perfect aim
I don't know who to believe, trust no one like Pac
Caught your ass lacking standing up on that block
Pull up on you hoes, skrrt up on the opps
Chasing that bag like I'm runnin' from the cops
Ricking your shit like Aaliyah, not talk about no boat
They ask what I do
I'm professional goat
Lay that bitch out like she takin' some NyQuil
So cold like wintertime, I'm too chill
Female murdering the rap game, no kill bill
Walking them down I'm takin' that hike
Got that strap on me, but I'm not a dyke
Pull up on you bitches like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
I'm on the block now
Grah
Buss at the opps house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Dragging these bitches up and down like a ball gown
Talking about me now that bitch wanna hang out
Saw the chopper on me, that bitch almost passed out
Did it by myself bitch
I ain't had no handouts
McDonald's she want beef
I'm lovin' it I'm lovin' it
This nigga, he won't leave
He cuffing it, he cuffing it
I'm rollin' up the weed
I'm puffin' it I'm puffin' it
Niggas be mad bitches be mad Don't give a f*ck
One in the clip, that one in your head
Take you out like brunch
I'm riding around with twin and them
They all wanna munch
Skipping on you hoes like we playing double dutch
Eat me in the morning no cereal Captain Crunch
I'm a star, make a wish, now they a believer
You a runner boy, I'm a star wide receiver
Copying what I'm doing like they is some cheaters
I'm bringing that heat, giving you bitches a fever
Hottest in the city, I'mma bring the summer now
I don't give a f*ck, I know my ass and titties out
Wearing some Pradas you know they very proud
I'm pullin' up, I'm pullin' up, like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Bussing at that hoe, yeah
She a oppiana
I got the bag
Cause I'm f*ckin' up them commas
She want some smoke, sent that bitch to Benihana
You bitches are my sons, like
I am your mama
Bitch, I'm a star, I shine brighter than your chain
I got the cheat code like I'm playing on the game
On your nigga lock screen like we is not the same
I'm a shooter, shoot my shot, won't miss perfect aim
I don't know who to believe, trust no one like Pac
Caught your ass lacking standing up on that block
Pull up on you hoes, skrrt up on the opps
Chasing that bag like I'm runnin' from the cops
Ricking your shit like Aaliyah, not talk about no boat
They ask what I do
I'm professional goat
Lay that bitch out like she takin' some NyQuil
So cold like wintertime, I'm too chill
Female murdering the rap game, no kill bill
Walking them down I'm takin' that hike
Got that strap on me, but I'm not a dyke
Pull up on you bitches like
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Skrt
I'm on the block now
Grah
Bust at the opp's house
Huh
You wanna get loud
Bah
That nigga cropped out
Writer: Bianca White
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