Fredo Bang – “Oppanese” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

American rapper, Fredo Bang premieres a visual for an Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK & Blvck Uzi-produced “Oppanese” track, Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Fredo Bang Oppanese

One of the biggest rappers to rise from out of Baton Rouge, Fredo Bang continues to show why he’s one of the best from his city in his new single “Oppanese.” The self-proclaimed “most hated” has a lot of enemies in his city, as well as nationally. His beefs have been well-documented, including an intense feud with fellow Louisiana-based rapper Youngboy Never Broke Again.

With his new single “Oppanese,” Fredo Bang dives deep into his bag to spit some catchy flows and melodies. While the song’s vibe is melodious, Bang’s menacing lyrics tell a different story. Clearly, he’s not done with the drama and he’s ready to go to war to defend his name.

Fredo Bang – Oppanese (prod. Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK & Blvck Uzi)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Uno got the streets going crazy)
(I told ’em PJ got them tracks)
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
(Yo Uzi, run that shit up)

[Verse 1]
I don’t need no nigga to vouch for me (Vouch for me), my body count gon’ speak (Baow, baow)
Bitch tryna bring up opps, I told that ho, “I don’t speak Oppanese” (Bitch)
She like, “Why you keep me ’round? But it’s the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly
Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain’t trippin’, he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up or a mil’ up out the cell, it’s just three eight-ball
All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac’ ’bout
I’m not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out

[Chorus]
I quit sipping the syrup, I can’t doze off (I can’t doze off)
Choppa spittin’, get to rippin’ all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I’m tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping the syrup, I can’t doze off (I can’t doze off)
Choppa spittin’, get to rippin’ all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I’m tryna wash his soul off

[Post-Chorus]
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
I don’t really know what I’m doin’ (Baow, baow), yeah

[Verse 2]
We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (Baow, baow)
Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (We call that shit a vacay)
Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Catch ’em slippin’, they go nuts ’cause they know it’s payday (Brrr), wait
Oh, oh, they say it’s money on my head, they on my coat-tail (Yeah, yeah)
Why you waiting? I got niggas at ya doorbell
Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it’s smoke there
Last time I checked, I think my youngin’ took a soul there

[Chorus]
I quit sipping the syrup, I can’t doze off (I can’t doze off)
Choppa spittin’, get to rippin’ all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I’m tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping the syrup, I can’t doze off (I can’t doze off)
Choppa spittin’, get to rippin’ all the doors off (Doors off)
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off (I made him, pew-pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Blood up on my shoes, now I’m tryna wash his soul off

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