OPPENHEIMER (feat. P Petty Pow)

Droppin' bombs on the opps I feel like I'm Oppenheimer Shawty f*ck with me 'cause I always keep that dick inside her Saw my racks then she told me she gone give me sloppenheimer On the grind constantly you can call me a full timer When she see me she gone suck the meat up just like she a vacuum Call me Nick I got the Fireball up in the bathroom Can't get caught lackin' Imma hop up in the coupe and zoom Mouth full of metal you can call me Dr. Doom I just nutted in yo bitch she better pop a Plan B I'm runnin' with bombs Call of Duty finna plant B Ain't take no DNA test but she call me daddy My ride or die, she by my side like a fucking caddie She gave me insane brain so I call her Einstein I'm a high class man so she pay me for my time Out here scheming with the bombs like my face is on the dime They prayin' on my downfall but I ain't do the crime Puff exotic and the only thing I sip is fine wine Can't get in this game I'm playin you be on the sideline Said she want the team so we took her to the pipeline Diamonds dancin' shinin' so bright they turn Stevie Wonder blind It ain't bout pape then dont be callin you just playin' with my time I'm in the zone been locking down like Deion Sanders in his prime I can't love no bitch I broke her heart she got no Valentine Trackhawks and SRT's I punch the pedal hear it wine I'm buying Glocks, f*ck designer I don't want no Calvin Klein 762, 556s, 308s, 4, 5s, and 9s I don't gotta say a name the diss is read between the lines Rollin' up gelato, think I'm finna roll some apple pie Stack or starve do or die I don't even got no appetite Suited up in all black when I be rollin' through the night I touched the tint a couple summers back but that was somethin' slight Yeah Droppin' bombs on the opps I feel like I'm Oppenheimer Shawty f*ck with me 'cause I always keep that dick inside her Saw my racks then she told me she gone give me sloppenheimer On the grind constantly you can call me a full timer Lewis Strauss in this bitch I think it's a setup Finna take 'em by surprise like they got the hiccups They stay speakin' on my name so I had to interrupt They wishin' shit upon me, damn must be mad as f*ck Shawty head was bomb so I call that shit atomic, Flyin' through the city and I'm goin' supersonic Long time coming gaining traction now they tell me I'm iconic She asking for some racks, damn she must be a comic Addicted to the money and I think it must be chronic Pockets so fat that I call them astronomic Had to rebuild myself, call that shit bionic Dressed in all black you woulda thought I was a gothic