Opps Them Tired by NPK Lyrics
[Intro: 6ix]
Pull up on the opps, on all of them
Them man run and dash, dasheen
Sinsquad (Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin)
6Shots (Six, six, six, six)
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 2: 6Shots]
Get man down for K or O
Bitch I'm 6 and I walk with poles
Fuck with gang and I'll take man's soul
Violations man don't condone
Chef man down till I see his bones
Said he's on 6, that nigga's on noone
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Bine, bine, bine
Really trynna put it in a big man's dome
I'm up in the field, bitch get down low
Play man's role, so green light, go
Any position I see, they ghost
My niggas are known for crunching bone
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
Man got sweets like a corner shop
So you know that's your head back gone
Their car, bine, I'ma fill it to the top
Catch that yute and we're beating 2 shots
Left your friend, man I think you forgot
Your olders got cheffed, man I think they forgot
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 3: Uncs]
Sinsquad step, sick men
Are you gonna back your friend?
Sinsquad pull up and leave man drenched
One more poke then he would've been dead
Like, them man talk like hoes, them man talk like chicks
Don't lack on the Aves, you can hold 9 like Swift
That dotty come long like Jay and that clip come big like Mickz
I got peng things throwing up Ls said she want a Park Lane kid
I'll ching man down for OJ, Blue, I'll do it for Worm
Push bine in the clip
Cah I swear that the opps don't learn
Pulled up at Aves, why's man runing, I ain't got germs
You would think man's scouts
The way we put opps on shirts
Kayy said 'let's lurk'
Two twin-barrels, Phineas and Ferb
Tell the opps stop liking my pictures
Do road and lurk
I'll do it for my on-tours
But I'll do it for my Sinners first
Like, jump in the car
Pushing that work
Sinsquad lurk
Sick in the head, disturbed
Sinsquad lurk, sick in the head, disturbed
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip
[Verse 3: Tempz]
Vios, you know we don't let them slide
Skeet to the Woods, or I might skeet to the 9
Roll with OJ, suttin' garn' dead up tonight
Y.OJ and Gunna on my side
When we ride tryna take 'way a life
Pressure, we just pressure the opps
Verbal, all that shit need to stop
Go get some money
Go upsuh, get this gwop
I was trapping in kway, it was hot
So I had to switch up the spot
Then [?] on Tops
On the lurk for the opps
Ten-toes on your estate
I did that shit from kway
Add a K to the 2 and the 9
You know that we don't play
Big men like you, no funds
How you garn' beef NPK?
You know that we insane
You know we blow out brains
Grip guns and grip .9s
We do that shit all the time
Lurk on the 9
Whizzy or 125
Search for you and your guys
Like, shells garn' fly
Duck and dive, niggas can't hide
Scared for their lives, shells garn' fly
Duck and dive, niggas can't hide
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip
Pull up on the opps, on all of them
Them man run and dash, dasheen
Sinsquad (Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin)
6Shots (Six, six, six, six)
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 2: 6Shots]
Get man down for K or O
Bitch I'm 6 and I walk with poles
Fuck with gang and I'll take man's soul
Violations man don't condone
Chef man down till I see his bones
Said he's on 6, that nigga's on noone
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Bine, bine, bine
Really trynna put it in a big man's dome
I'm up in the field, bitch get down low
Play man's role, so green light, go
Any position I see, they ghost
My niggas are known for crunching bone
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
Man got sweets like a corner shop
So you know that's your head back gone
Their car, bine, I'ma fill it to the top
Catch that yute and we're beating 2 shots
Left your friend, man I think you forgot
Your olders got cheffed, man I think they forgot
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 3: Uncs]
Sinsquad step, sick men
Are you gonna back your friend?
Sinsquad pull up and leave man drenched
One more poke then he would've been dead
Like, them man talk like hoes, them man talk like chicks
Don't lack on the Aves, you can hold 9 like Swift
That dotty come long like Jay and that clip come big like Mickz
I got peng things throwing up Ls said she want a Park Lane kid
I'll ching man down for OJ, Blue, I'll do it for Worm
Push bine in the clip
Cah I swear that the opps don't learn
Pulled up at Aves, why's man runing, I ain't got germs
You would think man's scouts
The way we put opps on shirts
Kayy said 'let's lurk'
Two twin-barrels, Phineas and Ferb
Tell the opps stop liking my pictures
Do road and lurk
I'll do it for my on-tours
But I'll do it for my Sinners first
Like, jump in the car
Pushing that work
Sinsquad lurk
Sick in the head, disturbed
Sinsquad lurk, sick in the head, disturbed
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip
[Verse 3: Tempz]
Vios, you know we don't let them slide
Skeet to the Woods, or I might skeet to the 9
Roll with OJ, suttin' garn' dead up tonight
Y.OJ and Gunna on my side
When we ride tryna take 'way a life
Pressure, we just pressure the opps
Verbal, all that shit need to stop
Go get some money
Go upsuh, get this gwop
I was trapping in kway, it was hot
So I had to switch up the spot
Then [?] on Tops
On the lurk for the opps
Ten-toes on your estate
I did that shit from kway
Add a K to the 2 and the 9
You know that we don't play
Big men like you, no funds
How you garn' beef NPK?
You know that we insane
You know we blow out brains
Grip guns and grip .9s
We do that shit all the time
Lurk on the 9
Whizzy or 125
Search for you and your guys
Like, shells garn' fly
Duck and dive, niggas can't hide
Scared for their lives, shells garn' fly
Duck and dive, niggas can't hide
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip