Lil Loaded – Opps On Fire lyrics

[Intro]
(Lil' bitch, Lil Loaded just did it again, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn up this shit, we gotta rock out)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy
(Noah, why you do that shit?)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy, ayy
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like pops, so I'm Leon
No I can't fuck with you, peon
They talking 'bout guns well
Bitchm I got three of 'em
Raised on the block, so nigga, I be on It
Spin on my block, he finna bleed on It
Send in that hate they know that I feed on It
Been on the 'ville just put a G on It
Pop me a nigga was just like Sprite
He finna run, he gon' run for his life
My dawg went left so definitely right
Contracted my nigga, I keep me a pipe
Ten bands on me and that's somethin 'that light
I'm a short nigga pistol make up for the fight
Ten or more, Lil Loaded get hyped
That nigga swift, he found out
Wet a nigga up, he needs towels now, ayy

[Chorus]
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy, ayy
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy

[Verse 2]
I was shooting for the gang, are they proud now
I'ma wet a nigga up leave him drownin out
Fell in love with the beehive sound now
I fell in love with the Glizzy
Bear arms just like I'm Tee Grizzley
I brought me a X, now I'm feelin jiggy
I fuck her all night, pussy pink, Miss Piggy
Pass guns down on my gang, not stingy, ayy
Block baby they know I revel
He a demon I'll send him to hell
I'ma turn him to a pack like mil'
Free Neno, he locked in that cell
I wish he got outta that jam
The struggle had made him my fam
No hesitation, I know that he blam
Shooting shit up like he hold a clam

[Chorus]
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy, ayy
We got the opps on fire
Nigga, they heated, they just like their partner
Walk down on a nigga with a brand new choppa
He wanna talk he gon' get his ass slaughtered, ayy