Jay Saad - Opp Wit a Glock

I caught an opp wit' a Glock get popped (get popped)
Can't fuck wit' a hoe or a thot (pop pop)
I be riding round the city in a drop (skrrt skrrt)
Sipping on drank and we stacking up the guap (cash)
Riding round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties (gang)
Where the bag and I'mma get it (gang)
Take everything wit' it
Got the gang getting busy
'Cause I heard he tryna' run up
Know the strap ain't missin'

Run up, flip the pack up in the street (street)
I just keep on counting up a hunnid every week (count it up)
I'mma do my thing make a hunnid in my sleep
Ridin' wit' a 40 and you know that I'mma creep
Hey he pulled up in a foreign pourin' 6 yeah (6 yeah)
Hey don't step on my Raf this shit is mink yeah (mink yeah)
Hey diamonds they be drippin' like a sink yeah (splash)
Fucked that bitch now her friend just wanna link yeah
Count my bands, count my bands, stack the dough (stack that dough)
Shawty bad, shawty bad but she a hoe (she a hoe)
I got the pack, roll the gas, smokin' O's (gas, gas, gas)
Count my racks money fast ain't ever slow (hold up, wait)
I just copped a brand new whip (skrrt)
Bussdown Glock that's a brand new drip
Your trap ain't shit, thats a brand new lick (huh?)
Now I'm counting money with a brand new bitch

I caught an opp wit' a Glock get popped (get popped)
Can't fuck wit' a hoe or a thot (pop pop)
I be riding round the city in a drop (skrrt skrrt)
Sipping on drank and we stacking up the guap (cash)
Riding round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties (gang)
Where the bag and I'mma get it (gang)
Take everything wit' it
Got the gang getting busy
'Cause I heard he tryna' run up
Know the strap ain't missin'

I'm the type of youngin' that'll pull up in a whip (huh)
Be the same one, to fuck you up then fuck your bitch (gang)
Shawty all up on me and she wanna take a pic
I sit back, I relax, gimme brain, take a hit (ooh)
Pull up with the choppa and you know I'm finna slide thru
Shawty said sit back I'll fuck it up just lemme ride you
I just be cruisin in the drop down the 9-2 (skrrt)
Pay no mind to the opp, Glock on my side shoe (huh)
How you livin', tell me how how you livin'
Money on my mind I'mma run up the digits (cash)
I keep it real I got respect for all my bitches (right)
Or should I say my women, fuck though we in it (huh, huh)
'Cause all these bitches thotties
Your girl she give that sloppy
My goons they catching bodies
And I'm riding round wit' a shotty
Meet me at the party
I'mma take you to the lobby (wait)
Oh now she wanna link coz I pulled up in a 'Rari

I caught an opp wit' a Glock get popped (get popped)
Can't fuck wit' a hoe or a thot (pop pop)
I be riding round the city in a drop (skrrt skrrt)
Sipping on drank and we stacking up the guap (cash)
Riding round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties (gang)
Where the bag and I'mma get it (gang)
Take everything wit' it
Got the gang getting busy
'Cause I heard he tryna' run up
Know the strap ain't missin'

I caught an opp wit' a glock
I caught an opp wit' a glock
I caught an opp wit' a glock
I caught a hahaha

Written by:
Johnada Assaad

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