Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Red Opps’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I pull up roll the window down and
(Pop pop pop pop pop)
I pull up roll the window down and
I pull up roll the window down and
(Pew pew pew)
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit
Take a nigga bitch
Nigga yous a bitch ’cause I ran off with ya shit
I’m a real right blood and these niggas counterfeit
You don’t pull up on the Ave pussy boy you get dipped
I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop
Y’all say real street nigga y’all ain’t on no block
Bitch keep your legs closed ’cause all I want is top
I pull up and (pew pew pew) y’all gone call the cops
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I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Two guns up
I don’t give a f*ck
I’m a big dog lil’ nigga you a pup
Pull up on ya spot walk up on it shoot it up
Yo bitch she on the molly yeah I got her booted up
You said you was trappin’ but I heard thats a lie
Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side
You can keep the skinny bitch ’cause I like a fat ass and thighs
Bitch I’m Young Savage yo baby daddy know not to try
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit