Fuck Opps Songtext
von G Herbo

Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (ahh)

You niggas ain′t hardly ready
Pick up that load, the start is heavy
Playin' it smart, this shit′ll get deadly
Can't forget it and can't regret it (uh)
Soon as he picks up that pole, he′s ready (yeah)
Don′t even matter how old, he's ready
Niggas gon′ catch him and try to get at him
Better stay focused and hold it steady, youngin, pressure

How do you think at your best when this shit put you up to the test?
You're under pressure
Tell me what′s happenin' next when your heart′s jumpin' out of your chest?
That paranoia turns into stress, you see his soul just lesser and less (pressure)
Over your shoulder, niggas get stretched (pressure)
Offense turns to defense, defense, press (ayy, press)


Bitch, it's the G in the flesh (yes) in that GTS (S)
I just felt like flexin′, what′s your first impression?
Better second-guess it, what's your first impression?
You in here with some steppers, throw a switch at whoever (brr)

Aim it at whoever (grr)
My chain changes the weather (ayy)
Got a whole lot of change on my schedule
Big ring embezzled (phew)
Bitch thinks she′s special, bitch thinks I'm sweatin′ her
Bitch, I'm finessin′, bitch, that shit regular

Brand-new spot, Swerve, why do you need a brand-new spot?
'Cause when I'm alone, I sit back and plot all by myself to get to the top
I got a brand-new Glock in the spot
Brand-new Glock and I′ll make it hot
I might let it go off ′til it stop
You know how I rock, fuck opps (fuck opps)

Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (fuck opps, fuck opps)
Smoke, fuck opps (uh)


Better run, jump
What? Jump, jump
What? Jump, jump
What? Run, run
What? Jump, jump (what?)

R.I.P. Kobe and Roc, I don't even see no opps (fuck ′em)
Ain't none of them niggas richer than me, so I don′t never see no opps (fuck 'em)
Still got 30 shots (yeah)
I don′t even need no opps (you know that)
Still put a nigga on FOX (you know that)
Still on top (you know that)

Young niggas got automatics in traffic, nobody be on they block
If he got whacked, you won't get back
We on yachts, we on jets (ayy, we on)
Gotta plot (plot, uh)
This shit don't stop (don′t stop)
We′re havin' a lot (yeah, pussy)

Niggas has been talkin′ a lot, ain't nothin′ to be talkin' about
It′s smoke, or it's nothin', what′s poppin′, pussy? (What's poppin′?)
I'll pop a pussy (baow), Herbo back on his bully
All black in his hoodie, I ain′t drivin' a buggy
But Herbie loaded his fully

Fuck opps (on foenem, you get it? Like, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (unloaded that, loaded that fully, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (I ain′t drivin' no buggy, you know? Like Herbie? Herbie, G Herbo, fuck opps)
Fuck opps (on foenem, fuck opps)