[Intro: AB]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: AB]
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
[Verse 1: AB]
Quit school, went into the draft
I been putting numbers up since that
Been pulling up in Hummers since that
Check my interior, so clean, so mean, so what? So serious
AB do it all, man, I touch all areas
CEO of CAB Records, I'm the best at this and I ain't trippin'
I leave the game on both feet, man, I'm dippin'
I don't got time to be
Unity with my opps, Unity with my opps
Opportunities for the block, opportunities for the block
I put it up in the archives, I put it down just like I invented it
I'm in the center of this right world period
[Chorus: AB]
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
[Post-Chorus: AB]
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Itchin' to blick shit, fiendin' to turn demon again, need a reason to do it
I'd bag 'em today if I could have my way, but sad to say it ain't Call of Duty
Assassinatin', I ain't catchin' no case, you caught a body, but who threw it?
Ball or fall, beat on them courts, you don't make it in sports take a chance on music
Rhyming [?] like the gram of drugs, if it ain't fun then I use it
Love all the luxury, treat my bands like my friends, she better not talk to no goofy
I shoot shit like Cupid, I love all my opps, nigga we married
I take 'em on dates, but you play, you lay right there where you make your bed
It's just us, them 84 cuts don't spread, lil AB like lil Ten
You gon' get killed just sittin' over there, you shootin' them vids, we still gon' wet
I keep her near, but I might not even wanna keep her, I treat her like my dreads
Better watch your scalp 'cause [?] on your head
Bake 'em a cake like it's their birthday, niggas throw a party like your parents
You gon' be a brave nigga in the grave, nigga, it's all the same, you ain't gotta be scared
I need all my steppers, I treat all them special, Ed and Edd
Wish we'd last forever, by the time I brought your flowers they was already dead
Thanks for all the hate, thanks for all the fake shit
I forgot to tell you, under pressure I'm at my best
Hold on one more thing, let me say this
Fuck you, fuck you too, fuck you three
Incest
[Chorus: AB]
I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this watch
That's why in all my songs they get all the props
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
[Post Chorus: AB]
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man
Pain hard to change
[Outro: Kodak Black]
NFL, niggas for life
Never forget loyalty
You never follow lames
NFL, sniper gang
Huh?
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