Date 2021-10-18
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Hotboii All The Opps
Coming out of Orlando, Florida, Hotboii has been impressing his fans with a plethora of dope high-energy tracks that speak on a variety of topics, including gang culture, money, jewelry, and any other hedonistic tendencies. His drops have always been consistent, and this past week, he delivered for his fans as he dropped the brand new song “All The Opps.”
As you will immediately notice, this song is incredibly catchy and features that energy we all know Hotboii for. Throughout the track, the artist takes aim at his opps and disses them in some pretty creative ways. From bad music to being simps, Hotboii has a lot to say about those who oppose him.
Hotboii – All The Opps (prod. ATL Jacob & Ayo Sim)
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[Intro]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Chorus]
Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them
[Verse 1]
I love all my opps ’cause without them I wouldn’t know how to move
I love all my opps ’cause without them I wouldn’t know how to shoot
I love all my opps ’cause without them I wouldn’t know how to shit on niggas
I was ballin’ in the paint, tryna see the picture
Just lеt me know what smoke you want, I got you, we dеliver
Henny shot, just like a real shot, it’s bound to eat your liver
I be goin’ everywhere dolo, solo, gang say that I’m trippin’
In the field, don’t need no blocka, still gon’ run it down the middle
He say, she say, run they mouth like relay, so what bitch I’m lit, lit
Hopped on a PJ, I sit by the pilot, heavy on my rich shit
No, I don’t even play grip the legs ’cause she runnin’ like it’s fitness
Ain’t no more B-Day, roll some dead opps right up smoke a zip with me
This that shit boost my adrenaline
Hot’ be on his pivot, gotta come with it when you send for him
Everytime I roll through, I’m ridin’ with them sentences
He ain’t got on no suit, we tied him up like businessman
[Chorus]
Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them
[Verse 2]
Probably if I dissed them, no, sorry I don’t mention
I party with my pistol, I got a lot of wisdom
She a homebody, yeah, but everyone know the addy
You ain’t gotta be stingy with your friends, y’all can have me
All the opps music straight garbage, switch the song
Nigga, all the opps trashcan, take ’em to the road
Nigga, all the opps, all the opps, all the opps poor
I ain’t ever heard his song but I booked him for a show now
[Chorus]
Everything I say is facts, non-fiction
I spent thirty-five on each watch, I hold my wrist up
Even if she curve ball, I still wouldn’t miss her
Only thing I’m scared to bury momma, I don’t fear much
All the opps music straight garbage, I need ear plugs
All the opps broke as hell, ain’t hard to get no income
All the opps be beefing ’bout a bitch and then forgive her
All the opps would be relevant, probably if I dissed them