Oppsnextdoor Lyrics

I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw
Ah me be the opp next door
Run up when they're on tour
Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door
From man came in the door, shield and sword
We be the opps next door
Yeah, when they're on tour
Run up, corn, me be the opp next door

I'm so gassy
I'm so flashy, 1-2 affi
1-2 yardie, 1-2 ackee
Cruise through the west side something like Bashy
Dem man are batty, no tunes for the yatty
Me and the gyal dem smoke a likkle fatty
In the back of a cabby
Drive through central looking real snappy
Dem man are flashy
See them opps, call that a party
Just getting started, black Ducati
Beep, beep, beep, Congo Natty
2016, I ain't on scrapping
Round of applause, man ah start clapping
Run man down, man are on rapping
What kind of rapping? Blow man's trap in
Not lyrical, big automatic

I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw
Ah me be the opp next door
Run up when they're on tour
Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door
From man came in the door, shield and sword
We be the opps next door
Yeah, when they're on tour
Run up, corn, me be the opp next door

Way too edgy, way too wasi
2 2 eight ball, don't do hockey
Never was new wave, new tsunami
Came with the [?] back, 2 2 oppsy
Niggas don't like me, I'm way too oppy
Don't ask gyal about me, don't watch me
Mind what you say about Tre, he's dodgy
Still here throwing up six like Aubrey
Whoa, whoa, seen that coming?
Cool, bang, did you see that coming?
Thought it was a link but it's me that's coming
No, bet you never seen that coming
Whoa, whoa, seen that coming?
Cool, bang, did you see that coming?
Thought it was a link but it's me that's coming
No, bet you never seen that coming

I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw
Ah me be the opp next door
Run up when they're on tour
Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door
From man came in the door, shield and sword
We be the opps next door
Yeah, when they're on tour
Run up, corn, me be the opp next door

Opps on the back road, opps on the high street
Opps anywhere that we be at
From I did skirt in a Punto Fiat
Had the spin button locked, now it's parked off where my wheels be at
Don't think you can come around with your reckless talk
[?] stab-proof V
Hold tight Johnny Porter, that's my G
Opps next door, I can't wait till we meet up
No talk [?] pop off
Slap your G [?] all of your mates' rate
You know the gassed up hench one that thinks he's the muscle?
He can be the first one that a man muzzle
Put dogs down, I'm a vet in trouble
Opp, pagan
They nuh like me, me nuh like them either
But see the difference, them man are faking

I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw
Ah me be the opp next door
Run up when they're on tour
Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door
From man came in the door, shield and sword
We be the opps next door
Yeah, when they're on tour
Run up, corn, me be the opp next door