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Fredo Bang - Oppanese (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Paul DeRouen Jr.
Paul DeRouen Jr.
Songwriter
Cameron Peck
Cameron Peck
Songwriter
Eli Haire
Eli Haire
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PJonthetrack
PJonthetrack
Producer
Blvck Uzi
Blvck Uzi
Producer
Uno Reyes
Uno Reyes
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

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 can knock the whole crowd off
(Yo Uzi, run that shit up)
[Verse 1]
I don't need no **** to vouch for me, my body count gon' speak
Bitch tryna bring up opps, I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese"
She like, "Why you keep me 'round? But it's the top and just to drop some knees
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
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 friendly, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
[Chorus]
I quit sipping syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
[Verse 2]
Just say somethin', spray somethin', I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
[Verse 3]
We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these **** vacate
Pop a ****, do some time, we call that shit a vacay
Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for payday
Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday, wait
Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat-tail
Why you waiting? I got **** at your 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 syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sipping syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
Written by: Cameron Peck, Eli Haire, Frederick Givens II, Paul DeRouen Jr., Unknown Writer
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