Opp Stoppa

Do you like pancakes? Perfect! But you better not be a “pancake ass n****.” What does that mean? Don’t flip flop! What is an opp? Opp means opposition. YBN Nahmir and 21 Savage are bringing the heat with their newest collaboration called “Opp Stoppa.”

21 Savage

When you have a 21 Savage feature on your track, it’s most likely going to be dope. 21 Savage has one of the smoothest and most laid back flows out. Also, 21 Savage has a very unique and recognizable voice. Both YBN Nahmir and 21 Savage are going to war on “Opp Stoppa.”

Lyrics to Opp Stoppa

[YBN Nahmir (21 Savage):]
(21, pussy, pussy) Shh, shh, sheesh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass n****s, weird ass n****s, man
What are all these n****s talkin’ ’bout? (Pussy, pussy)
Ice cream ass n****s
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)

[YBN Nahmir:]
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it’s war, we ain’t playin’ games, bitch, we get it started
I’m the man, clip it, keep a hundred, n***a, I’m a gunner
When it’s beef, we ain’t playin’ games, we hit you and yo’ mama

Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin’ money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda

All these tattoos on my fuckin’ body, she say I’m a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin’ guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my n***a Rodney
And free Chris though, ‘member we was bouncin’ out with .44’s
A n***a keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though
‘Cause no, I can’t be lackin’ in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can’t have no n***a with me if they gon’ snitch on us

[21 Savage:]
Big dawg Savage (21)
Toss your baby mama in the air, like she a salad (On God)
Ratchet bitch suck me while she drivin’, she from Dallas (Straight up)
Lil’ mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
My model bitch be smokin’ all the woods, she from Cali (21)
In my Tesla Roadster (21)
My pistol out the holster (On God)
I’m double cuppin’ syrup, bitch, I don’t need no coaster (Facts)
Opps want promotion (Pussy)
We put ’em on a poster (Pussy)
I gunned him down in his own hood ’cause he local (Pussy)
We watch ten bricks (God shit)
Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can’t tell me I ain’t rich (21)
Big 4L, I ain’t shakin’ no hand with no snitch (21)

[YBN Nahmir:]
Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin’ money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda
Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin’ money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I’m not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda