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Oppz of Oppz Video (MV)




Performed By: Jungle J
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: James Lacey




Jungle J - Oppz of Oppz Lyrics




Niggas off tha block cappin'
Must want that rep from rappin'
How the f*ck u throwin' up gang (Throwin up gang)
Wholetime lyin', insane
Want money and rep but flodgin'
Niggas tweakin', dont really know that pain

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop on the mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin through me
Lost homies to goonies

Miss Lil A, Zae, Quis, and Tajae my day ones
Rip, my sleepin homies
Shit happens left a nigga lonely
Caught lackin' so ran up onnem
Onnat block had it down on lock
Dat 40 finger down on squeeze
Soul froze no time to plead
I wish they woulda let him flee aye
(Let him flee nigga)

New gen this shit really f*cked up
Wanna talk to my niggas, gotta look up
They gone take pride for how im comin'

Mud and dem trenches different
Don't give a f*ck, let's argue
Closest homie i lost before me
Blackout, drive-by they sparked two

Ain't f*ckin' witchu if you ain't my day one nigga
Opps of opps that's bloody, i ain't into violence nigga
Turn on "f*ck it" mode
Bitch im ready to boil a nigga (Uggh)
Disrespect my being, imma have to do it to you

Aint a G, i ain't a G, but i'll shoot u
Matter fact put down the guns
And shoot the ones
Out the norm for niggas to put a lay to guns
Talkin all that hot shit when them semis onnem
(Yea yea yea yea)

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop onna mic,
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin through me
Lost homies to goonies

These niggas problems and issues
Opps of opps, blood shed, tears drop
Handin' em tissues
After bro nem stabbed and bit you

Friends, how many of us have dem niggas
Two faced inna picture but ain't in the picture
Ain't there for the cookin', niggas ain't gettin dinner
A nigga get put on, ain't no team
Days ones gone, solo team
Claimin' im bro, bitch i'm not yo blood
Snakes around me, these niggas no good

Street rep, these niggas is crazy
Dead homies, mommas lost babies
Lord tell me why didn't u save em
Wish i coulda saved em, on granny
No matter conditions, we dealt
That's a bond and team that we built
Now it's only me and my blick
Mind boggled, wanna do hits
Blow face, it ain't no fix
Shot souls my niggas got stuck
Might be the other way around
Friendly ghosts, i knew em since a child

That 6 was found before 12 was found
Crazy how i took so many L's
Them losses had me down

Always them niggas that claim that they a real nigga
F*ck around get in trouble
Find out yo peoples ain't hittas
Niggas say they got blickas, .40's & .30's
Use em on they niggas
Then be up merchin' swearin' they ain't do it
Scared of Hot flash muzzle
It'll put a blast to a nigga
F*ck up his face puzzles
Why the streets gotta spaz
We all want the bread, tryna make a hustle
I don't understand
Why kill, we can help each other
Many helpin' hands
Our f*ck ups stresses out our mothers
Gotta break that trend
Best to ride out solo
If needed say f*ck a friend
(F*ck a friend yea)

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop onna mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin thru me
Lost homies to goonies

Yea yea, yea yea
Lost homies to goonies
Lost homies to goonies
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Niggas off tha block cappin'
Must want that rep from rappin'
How the f*ck u throwin' up gang (Throwin up gang)
Wholetime lyin', insane
Want money and rep but flodgin'
Niggas tweakin', dont really know that pain

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop on the mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin through me
Lost homies to goonies

Miss Lil A, Zae, Quis, and Tajae my day ones
Rip, my sleepin homies
Shit happens left a nigga lonely
Caught lackin' so ran up onnem
Onnat block had it down on lock
Dat 40 finger down on squeeze
Soul froze no time to plead
I wish they woulda let him flee aye
(Let him flee nigga)

New gen this shit really f*cked up
Wanna talk to my niggas, gotta look up
They gone take pride for how im comin'

Mud and dem trenches different
Don't give a f*ck, let's argue
Closest homie i lost before me
Blackout, drive-by they sparked two

Ain't f*ckin' witchu if you ain't my day one nigga
Opps of opps that's bloody, i ain't into violence nigga
Turn on "f*ck it" mode
Bitch im ready to boil a nigga (Uggh)
Disrespect my being, imma have to do it to you

Aint a G, i ain't a G, but i'll shoot u
Matter fact put down the guns
And shoot the ones
Out the norm for niggas to put a lay to guns
Talkin all that hot shit when them semis onnem
(Yea yea yea yea)

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop onna mic,
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin through me
Lost homies to goonies

These niggas problems and issues
Opps of opps, blood shed, tears drop
Handin' em tissues
After bro nem stabbed and bit you

Friends, how many of us have dem niggas
Two faced inna picture but ain't in the picture
Ain't there for the cookin', niggas ain't gettin dinner
A nigga get put on, ain't no team
Days ones gone, solo team
Claimin' im bro, bitch i'm not yo blood
Snakes around me, these niggas no good

Street rep, these niggas is crazy
Dead homies, mommas lost babies
Lord tell me why didn't u save em
Wish i coulda saved em, on granny
No matter conditions, we dealt
That's a bond and team that we built
Now it's only me and my blick
Mind boggled, wanna do hits
Blow face, it ain't no fix
Shot souls my niggas got stuck
Might be the other way around
Friendly ghosts, i knew em since a child

That 6 was found before 12 was found
Crazy how i took so many L's
Them losses had me down

Always them niggas that claim that they a real nigga
F*ck around get in trouble
Find out yo peoples ain't hittas
Niggas say they got blickas, .40's & .30's
Use em on they niggas
Then be up merchin' swearin' they ain't do it
Scared of Hot flash muzzle
It'll put a blast to a nigga
F*ck up his face puzzles
Why the streets gotta spaz
We all want the bread, tryna make a hustle
I don't understand
Why kill, we can help each other
Many helpin' hands
Our f*ck ups stresses out our mothers
Gotta break that trend
Best to ride out solo
If needed say f*ck a friend
(F*ck a friend yea)

Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop onna mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas
Don't count if you masked up
U a bitch with a glocky
Not bold you a goofy
Been seen, XP talkin thru me
Lost homies to goonies

Yea yea, yea yea
Lost homies to goonies
Lost homies to goonies
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: James Lacey
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