O.P.P. Lyrics – The Game ft. NBA YoungBoy & DMX

[Intro: DMX]
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga

[Verse 1: The Game]
You's an opp if an opp with you, ain't got time to play
Got this iced out AP on my wrist, b!tch, I got time today
We off liquor, taking shots, yeah, I brought my nine today
Catch a fish with the tartar sauce is what I'm tryna say
Told Paul, "Play the beat"
Did it all from A to Z, who the f**k fading me?
I bleed the scene, brand new AMG, leave a n!gga on A&E
Don't play with me, it ain't no game with me
Just good aim with me
Your gang, that ain't no gang to me, you n!ggas lame to me
I went on two l!cks with two sticks and two Crips for two days
With two TECs and two Ks, for new fits and new Js
My new b!tch go two ways, them bricks gone, it's too late
Them two bl!cks on two opps, take two shots, it's touché

[Chorus: The Game]
Say you on your block and we gone come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gone come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gеtting dropped off
Say you popping shots, we won't let you gеt a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gone knock them n!ggas socks off
Say you want fire, we gone come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Looking for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

[Post-Chorus: The Game]
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
You a f**king opp, enemy, O.P.P., b!tch, play with me
Got .223s, b!tch, swing at me and resolve the bling, dead body
Funerals and pallbearers for your team, dirty chopper
Put the same n!gga on it that had dissed me, they know about it
Say he want it with me, turned us out, we clap your ass
Do or die, it's you or me, killer get shot, I been on that
I been in them streets
Don't f**king listen what my pastor said
Since a child, my mama said
"He play and then you smash his ass"
I whacked the mans, know they tryna count me out
Thirty round Glock and a four door Jag'
Come out that window, I'm hanging out, baow, baow
I close his mouth, I'ma make sure that the n!gga can't talk
Let him go in, catch him when he walk out
Know I want blood and I'm straight out that North, yeah

[Chorus: The Game]
Say you on your block and we gone come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gone come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets getting dropped off
Say you popping shots, we won't let you get a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gone knock them n!ggas socks off
Say you want fire, we gone come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Looking for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

[Post-Chorus: The Game]
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you and opp and you know—, with the hot sauce

[Outro: DMX]
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga
You an opp n!gga