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yung flexzo - the opps كلمات أغنية

[intro: yung flexzo]
(boom, boom, boom)
(flexzo!)
(rado bl!ckz in this b_tch)
(you know what time it is)
(slide music, opp music—grrah!)
(yeah, yeah)
(go dummy, bl!ckz!)

[chorus: yung flexzo]
this ain’t no pressure pack, b_tch this that opp gas (opp gas!)
this that sh_t that make you spin and leave ’em toe_tagged (bah!)
say he caught a body—cap, that boy got no past (cap!)
my new b_tch got fake tits, but that fn stay on her bold ass (boom, boom!)
this ain’t no og smoke, this that dirty sack (dirty!)
hit the wrong crib, doubled back like, “where them birdies at?” (skrrt!)
he was claimin’ drills, till he got zipped—ain’t no words in that (shh!)
he was tough online, now he a quote with thirty laughin’ reacts (p_ssy!)

[verse 1: yung flexzo]
f_ck them opps, i spin ’em daily (spin!)
shoot that glock till my fingers achy (boom!)
flexzo known for catchin’ cases
still out slidin’, probation shaky (f_ck it!)
new mask on, ain’t talkin’ jason
hit his whip, now it’s a vacant (bah!)
hollow tips like hot sensations
split his dome like calculations (headshot!)
these lil’ boys ain’t in my section (nah)
all my dawgs been taught aggression (grrrah)
talkin’ beef, better watch yo’ mentions
turn yo’ name into a legend (no cap)
if he breathe, he gettin’ tested
7.62s teach him lessons (boom!)
and my b_tch don’t need a weapon
she’ll line a ho up like a dentist (grrah!)
[chorus: yung flexzo & rado bl!ckz]
this ain’t no pressure pack, b_tch this that opp gas (brrt!)
this that sh_t that make you spin and leave ’em toe_tagged (toe_tagged!)
say he caught a body—cap, that boy got no past (that boy lyin’)
my new b_tch got fake tits, but that fn stay on her bold ass (bah, bah!)
this ain’t no og smoke, this that dirty sack (dirty!)
hit the wrong crib, doubled back like, “where them birdies at?” (brrrah!)
he was claimin’ drills, till he got zipped—ain’t no words in that (p_ssy!)
he was tough online, now he a quote with thirty laughin’ reacts (boom, boom, boom!)

[verse 2: rado bl!ckz]
(rado!)
bl!ckz don’t play with sh_t, i got drums like travis barker (brrah!)
we gon’ bend his block till that b_tch quiet like a charger (skrrt!)
he say he a demon, now his face on someone’s altar (facts)
we don’t squash no beef, we cook it—smokin’ opp like lava (flame!)
ayy, backdoor open, ain’t no knockin’, that’s your homie’s fault (dumbass!)
they be cryin’, postin’ “long live”—b_tch, that body cost (boom)
we don’t show no mercy, empty clips until it pause (drrt!)
caught him slippin’ at that mall, now that gofundme takin’ off (broke boys!)
we too reckless, war professionals
keep that iron like we weldin’, hoe (facts!)
he was tweetin’ threats—now he bleedin’ out, that message old (gone!)
street don’t love n0body, not even kinfolk (nah)
and i ain’t f_ckin’ with no b_tch who still text in green bubbles (ugh!)
[final chorus: both]
this ain’t no pressure pack, b_tch this that opp gas (opp gas!)
this that sh_t that make you spin and leave ’em toe_tagged (spin, spin, spin!)
say he caught a body—cap, that boy got no past (cap!)
my new b_tch got fake tits, but that fn stay on her bold ass (boom, boom!)
this ain’t no og smoke, this that dirty sack (dirty!)
hit the wrong crib, doubled back like, “where them birdies at?” (where they at?)
he was claimin’ drills, till he got zipped—ain’t no words in that (quiet!)
he was tough online, now he a quote with thirty laughin’ reacts (ha! p_ss—!)

[outro: yung flexzo & rado bl!ckz]
(grrah grrah!)
(don’t mention us unless you want candlelights)
(yung flexzo)
(bl!ckz, b_tch!)
(13 bodies—13 singles—count ’em)
(boom, boom—deadass!)

- yung flexzo

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