King Von – Real Oppy Lyrics

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[Chorus: King Von]
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)
In this bitch, they play the opps shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop it (Yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (Damn)
These niggas over scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over therе (What? Huh)

[Verse 1: King Von]
I’m colder than a polar bear (Freeze)
My nеck, solar flare (Bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin’ beats (Yeah)
They gon’ give me the chair (Damn, damn)
DJ, tell ’em I wasn’t there (Nah, nah)
Play this if you ain’t scared (Yeah)
This club go up, we throwin’ chairs (What?)
You better duck your head (Boom, boom)
I pull up like, “Represent”
If he wanna fight, I’ll beat his ass

And if that bitch get mad, and he gon’ get his gun, we got FN’s
Put a switch up on a ten (Grrah, grrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (Bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (Uh-huh), Amiri pants too (Uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain’t Woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I’m gettin’ loose (Von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (Scram, scram)
I’m rich, I ain’t lootin’ (Nah)
Gettin’ caught, I ain’t doin’ (Nah)

[Chorus: King Von]
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)

In this bitch, they play the opps shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop it (Yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (Damn)
These niggas over scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over there (What? Huh)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
It’s like 2 A.M. (Uh), ridin’ with my mans (Yeah)
He don’t want no hoes (Uh-uh)
He just wanna spin (Go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (Grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (Uh)
Ballin’ like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin’ like I’m Ja Morant, I keep my FN (You know that)

I stay talkin’ cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can’t get her off my dick, this lil’ bitch a fan (Fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIIC, got niggas blammed up
Told Smurk, “I’m pullin’ up with my stick, I’m in the Lamb’ truck” (Right now)
I’ll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (What up?)
What the fuck you niggas stand for?

[Chorus: King Von]
Man, niggas lookin’ real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can’t stop (Nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock’
In my pocket, I’ma pop (Boom)
I turn up the party (Yeah)
I get high and start shit (What?)

In this bitch, they play the opps shit (Yeah, boom, boom)
Won’t let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I’ma cop it (Yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (What?)
Tell lil’ folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (Damn)
These niggas over scared (They is)
They better go back in the house ‘fore we come over there (What? Huh)