Opp Talk

I got money bussing out my pockets So do all my friends Every opp I ever dropped I always try to drill their friends If he hate you then I hate you Nigga ion straddle fence Any nigga tried collect on me I put em in a twist She think I rap cause I be fresh and I got diamonds on my wrist I kicked her out bc she childish bitch you swallow you don't spit One my bitches so aggressive Shake and lock it like a pit She loss some weight I stressed her out Had the dr snatch the rest And my bitch be in her feelings Say I flirt with all my fans He don't like me cause I robbed em Or I prolly rolled his mans I'm kinda boujie ion like em I just dog em cause I can Set a date and don't een show Shit don't never go as planned I'm just sticking to the script These Niggas don't keep it a grand Ain't nothing cheap My daughter diaper bag A lil bit over a band I never touched her know it's good I can tell by how she stand Free RATCHET RICK AND MAN MAN Can't forget bout BO AND LANCE Ion really know them people They don't know me they just fans You thick as f*ck you kinda messy You will never get a chance Five thousand on my pinky Money bulging out my pants You super sweet I'm in these streets You just trolling on the gram You ain't in it don't be meddling Cause you can die for what you think I caught a Murder Ian do it but Ian budge and Ian blink I shot his brother motherfucker Should've died bc he squeak (rat) Two hundred k that's on my head They know exactly where I be Ion do no mix and mingles I put Niggas in a blender Every time we go to war We either won or they surrender Every time they sent a hit I intercept return to sender One my opps we share a thot Scamming bitch her name Lakenda Told my bitch WELCOME TO DEATH ROW Ever since she got my heart Don't ever play me for a goofy lame peon or a mark Ion want that role in the movie Bitch that ain't my part I watched my mama cook a brick fr I feel like Kanan Stark Ask them memebers if I'm gang And they gone tell you absolutely Yea she hard I mean she raw But Ian really like the coochie Thee epitome of TRENCHY And I still be acting boujie I'm the trenches with it on me Disrespect gone have to shoot me Ion really know them people They don't know me they just fans You thick as f*ck you kinda messy You will never get a chance Five thousand on my pinky Money bulging out my pants You super sweet I'm in these streets You just trolling on the gram You ain't in it don't be meddling Cause you can die for what you think I caught a Murder Ian do it but Ian budge and Ian blink I shot his brother motherfucker Should've died bc he squeak (rat) Two hundred k that's on my head They know exactly where I be BITCH