Fredo Bang Oppanese lyrics

Oppanese

Fredo Bang

GENRE
Rap
[Intro]
(Uno got the streets going crazy)
(I told 'em PJ got them tracks)
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
(Yo Uzi, run that shit up)

[Verse 1]
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me (Vouch for me), my body count gon' speak (Baow, baow)
Bitch tryna bring up opps, I told that hoe, I don't speak Oppanese (Bitch)
She like, "Why you keep me 'round? But it's the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly
Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up or a mil' about a cell, it's just three eight-ball
All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what they Drake 'bout
I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness you should stay out

[Chorus]
I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
Choppa spittin', get to rippin', now all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash the sole off
I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
Choppa spittin', get to rippin', now all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash the sole off
[Post-Chorus]
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
I don't really know what I'm doin' (Baow, baow), yeah

[Verse 2]
We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (Baow, baow)
Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (We call that shit a vacay)
Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Catch you slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (Brrr), wait
They say it's money on my head, they on my coattail (Yeah, yeah)
Why you waiting? I got niggas at your doorbell
Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there
Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there

[Chorus]
I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
Choppa spittin', get to rippin', now all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash the sole off
I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
Choppa spittin', get to rippin', now all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash the sole off

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