Riding Wit Opps Lyrics [Intro] Phew, why you ridin' with opps? (Why the fuck you ridin' with the opps?) Huh, now that boy a opp (What is he stupid?) Phew, bitch, Mhmhmh Ha, ha, ha, ha [Chorus] He don't want smoke with gang (Uh-uh) Ridin' with Opps (Sliden') All these fucking bands (Ha) Pilen' on us (Grrr) Check just hit the bank, fuck the playin', bitch I'm rich (Oh yuh) Pull up in a foreign, middle fingers while I drift Bands all in my Lewis, I'm in love with gettin' dough Mike Amiri jeans, bitch I'm dripped from head to toe (Oh my, oh) Diamond really fly la, la, diamond really glow (Pew) Shawty talkin' blah, blah, blah, bitch I gotta go (I'm out)