Lyrics Ion't got opps - Rizzi Konway , CantBuyDeem

Fuck that goofy
He thirsty to be my problem

I don't got ops tho I got goals
I don't really flex I just I just rock clothes
More than a name Issa barcode, just facts
Shit could switch like a plot twist don't lack
Hustle every single day work hard for this shit
And face card like black card in this bitch
Hustle every single day work hard for this shit
And face card like black card

I just sell a lil bit
Not Pablo
More like Picasso
Painted on her face like a Warhol
Suicide doll type jump off keep me at piece
While I finish my blunt off
Lame ass niggas prolly find a way to hate to hate on that
I ain't playing Twitter tag
I playing big and bad neither
We ain't doing internet tweeking
If we ain't street we ain't beefing
If ain't nobody shooting nothing
We ain't doing nothing
Me I'm keeping minding my business
You prolly keep counting my paper
Fam if you had any real friends
They should tell you that you sound like a hater or a fan
I can not hear yo opinion from the stands
From the court with the rock in my hands
Knot in my sock like two or tree bands
Put respect on the birdy bird man
Dirty vans on I'm hustling
Worried bout the plan not a nan nother hard leg
Frog legs sushi roll with the green mustard
Custom pink bucket and I made this motherfucker
Ion't got ops tho I got goals
Y'all don't got hoes it's just y'all hoes
Mhm

Give me piece serenity now
Hot head in the building finna burn it down
Funny how I got they head spinning like a turn style
Hope a train on Chicago and State
Skating down the Mag mile
The weed I'm smoking on is mad loud
The way we wheezing got em thinking niggas need bring the mask out
Fronto got me finna pass out
Niggas mad but I ain't really finna ask how
I just crack a smile
I just back em down to the ropes
If they acting out no blows
Ion't want smoke I'm just black and mild
Lame niggas focused on clout
A body counting conversation
Pardon me for zoning out
I ain't really one for showing out
The chain modest and the game got us in a drought
Tripping in the house
Playing modest mouse life of Arctic sounds
Sitting tryna figure all this shit out no get out look
Sage ganja knot choppa
Clearing spirits out
Looking in the mirror
The digital looking clearer now
Ceiling sinking walls speaking
Room spinning out
Bones sinking to the ground
Don't know where it's going know

I could tell em where it's going
Keep hating on a player to your girl and she might wanna taste my flavor
Might tap the top hat later
Honestly I feel like something wrong with her if you date her
Ion't got ops I just got goals
Y'all don't got hoes it's just y'all hoes
Face card like black card it do not fold

So in your intake interview
You also mentioned the target tattooed on your back
Now I understand the concept of not engaging with small grudges and such
But the reality is there are people that do not have your best interest at heart
As my late grandmother would always say
Do you wanna win or you wanna be right