Ybn Nahmir - Opp Stoppa (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir & 21 Savage] (21, pussy, pussy) Shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass ni**as, weird ass ni**as, man What are all these ni**as talkin’ ’bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass ni**as Ayy (Ayy, sheesh) [Verse 1: YBN Nahmir] I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it’s war, we ain’t playin’ games, b*tch, we get it started I’m the man, clip it, keep a hundred, ni**a, I’m a gunner When it’s beef, we ain’t playin’ games, we hit you and yo’ mama [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fu*kin’ money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda [Verse 2: YBN Nahmir] All these tattoos on my fu*kin’ body, she say I’m a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fu*k me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fu*kin’ guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my ni**a Rodney And free Chris though, ‘member we was bouncin’ out with .44’s A ni**a keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though ‘Cause no, I can’t be lackin’ in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can’t have no ni**a with me if they gon’ snitch on us [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fu*kin’ money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda [Verse 3: 21 Savage] Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God) Ratchet b*tch su*k me while I’m drivin’, she from Dallas (Straight up) Lil’ mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model b*tch be smokin’ all the woods, she from Cali’ (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I’m double cuppin’ syrup, b*tch, I don’t need no coaster (Facts) Opps want promotion (Pussy) We put ’em on a poster (Pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood ’cause he local (Pussy) My watch ten bricks (God sh*t) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) b*tch, smell my fragrance, you can’t tell me I ain’t rich (21) Big 4L, I ain’t shakin’ no hand with no snitch (21) [Chorus: YBN Nahmir] Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fu*kin’ money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fu*kin’ money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda