Ask The Opps 2 Lyrics - Yhung T.O. Ft.Pacman da Gunman | Lyricsmin

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Ask The Opps 2 Lyrics by Yhung T.O. Ft.Pacman da Gunman, from the album “Rather Rich Than Famous“, and Ask The Opps 2 song lyrics are penned down by Yhung T.O. & Pacman da Gunman.

Ask The Opps 2 Lyrics

Space and time

Nigga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
Fifty rounds in this chop’, quick to leave a nigga missin’
Still’ll get through your block, still thuggin’, still trippin’
Still slidin’, still livin’ how these niggas ain’t livin’
I ain’t nothin’ like these niggas, baby girl, I’m different
Ain’t tryna fuck, tryna get paid (Paid), gotta keep it pimpin’
Nigga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
We got fifty on them chops, we ain’t ridin’ with no switches

First thing first, never ran, never will
Catch you slippin’ in that field, baby, that’s another drill (‘Nother drill)
Why you all up on me? Said she tryna get to know me
Ain’t givin’ passes to no sucker and I put that shit on brodie
Catch you niggas with no tints, you know we beatin’ up that low
I know he a bitch, it go down, hе gon’ fold
You know that shit don’t stop, all my niggas on go mode
Ain’t fuckin’ with no bitch that got no goal
Bro up all night waitin’ like he on somеthin’
Let a nigga come outside, he gettin’ on somethin’
All these niggas pickin’ sides, we gon’ show ’em somethin’
Ah, ah, step on somethin’
Granny told me, “Watch these niggas,” I ain’t never listened
All these niggas switchin’, had to pay attention
These niggas old and broke, let me put you on some game
A mission, skit, or drill, shit, it’s all the same

But when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (Nowhere to run to)
Everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (We want one, too)
We’ll put a nigga up and roll him up, too (And roll him up, too)
And for Streets, I got this mud up in my cup, too
But when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (Nowhere to run to)
Everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (We want one, too)
We’ll put a nigga up and roll him up, too (And roll him up, too)
And for Streets, I got this mud up in my cup, too

Look, you know I stand up on it, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
A rich killer, bet a thousand that I chalk him out
You know my opps hatin’, you know them cops waitin’
You know they mad when they know you rich from light labor
Keep ballin’, keep thuggin’, keep clutchin’
I was two bodies up and they was still crumpin’
And why these niggas talkin’ tough when they ain’t killed nothin’?
And even though them pigeons was out, we was still huntin’
Call my bitch and tell her that I love her
But I’m in the trenches all summer
I know she hate it, but she cannot change me
Runnin’ with the killers, this who raised me
But when I make it back, we gon’ chill, we gon’ fuck
And if the homies call, then it’s time to tape it up
And when that money come, you gotta help me count it up
And when you bust that pussy open, put my thumb in that butt

Nigga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
Fifty rounds in this chop’, quick to leave a nigga missin’
Still’ll get through your block, still thuggin’, still trippin’
Still slidin’, still livin’ how these niggas ain’t livin’
I ain’t nothin’ like these niggas, baby girl, I’m different
Ain’t tryna fuck, tryna get paid (Paid), gotta keep it pimpin’
Nigga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
We got fifty on them chops, we ain’t ridin’ with no switches


SONG INFO:

Song: Ask The Opps 2
Album: Rather Rich Than Famous (2022)
Singer: Yhung T.O. Ft. Pacman da Gunman
Lyrics: Yhung T.O. & Pacman da Gunman



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