Video Big Opps America de Ace Numbafive 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ace Numbafive - Big Opps America Lyrics

[Intro: Jezz Gasoline]
(B-B-B-Beats By Yamaica Productions, Baby!)
I pledge allegiance, to the flag, (Gang)
Of Big Opps America, Big Opps, Bitch
Let's get it, Big Dog Shit
(B-B-B-Beats By Yamaica Productions, Baby!)
Grrrrrrt, Boom!

[Verse 1: Jezz Gasoline]
Bitch I'm back on the H-Block
Same vest but a new Glock
Who's these new opps?
Fuck 12, I hate copsBig Opps got my face hot
Free the guys, they got state time
Free Rasha, free A-Rod
Lil bitch I'm Get Straight
Gets money, I need mine
So her calls get declined
Got no time to hear she whinin
I Can't lack, I keep mine
So keep my name out them weak lines
Tired of these goofys talking about Hot-Rod
And they did not do that
You got shot already, who did you shoot back?
Pussy boy gotta prove that
Fuck a blicky we got choppas
Don't come through here tryna shoot that
What's the make it back to your boo facts?
Last nigga pistol got removed along with his shoes facts
Too hot to talk New facts, They like, "Jezz, why you do that?"
Lil Mister, How your ass gonna last on this strip, when your ass getting stripped?
Pop Out when it's fog, no analog, But I Move with the sticks
60z, fuck a 30 when this milly rock you better be sturdy
Albion court, I call Rah Swish, now we're doing drills in a jersey
You not a big opp, You don't spin no blocks, why you think nobody's worried?
Most of my niggas got in they bag, most of they niggas got buried
They like, "Jezz Hot like fever"
I'm on that young pop when he did Ether
The last nigga was just tryna get pizza
Instead of Dominos, should've gotten Little Caesars
Now his ass is deceased, no bikes, Just SRTs, and CLS's
No BMX, when I say gun beating like Blaze cause we beat him to death
I Know some Apes, but I'm not talking Ape when these shells beat on your chest
So much opps, don't know who to shoot, but they know what to expect
Close-range face shots, bullets When through his specs
Got the opps all upset, but they ain't do nothing yet
Yellow tape and choppers, somebody got hit
Hit the rock I was jacking my shit
Shoot a nigga, then go bump my whip
ESU tryna flip niggas' shit, this real life shit
Free Stu, they tryna give bro some shit
Flow dope, this shit is like a brick
And you softer than the lines that you sniff (coka)
Gotta be high off that shit
Don't care if you got it, Beam on the glizzy
You could die with that shit
Yeah, I'm with the shits, shoot a nigga while he with his bitch
Yeah shawty it's Lit, 730 Locos, just talking shit
[Verse 2: Paparattzi Pop]
One thing's for sure and two things for certain
They ain't making it back to they bed if we see niggas tryna ride to Wortman
All black suits and hearses
227 Sullivan, knock knock, hello come again
Make them think we UPS, once they open up we coming in
Yeah I'm on that type of time
Get your gun and get your gang
Slipping, it's gonna be some wakes
Whole lot of picture frames
Ain't no competitors, I'm here to let niggas know, this is Big Opps America
Pillow talking to these bitches, my drop is the thottie that's laying in bed with ya
Niggas be talking about spinning through Linden but niggas ain't slide through yet
Blaze died, who's next?, say my name and you next
I like all this talking niggas doing
Keep that energy when I run into you
I ain't tryna be friends, homies, or none of that, nigga I'm tryna get rid of you
GANG

[Verse 3: Kj Balla]
Big Opps America, we way ahead of ya
Tell ya niggas, "ain't no letting up"
DOA if he stepping up got the Baretta tucked, sliding 4 deep in a Tesla
Y'all niggas retarded the beef that y'all started, Big Opps, all my niggas is heartless
We spinning regardless, we aim for the targets, we slide through your hood in the darkness
What's the actual facts niggas got on me
Yall talk y'all shit but y'all never gon' faze me
Tutu Blixky, that boy is a baby
In the 3rdprobably still wearing Blaze tees
Y'all niggas done started some shit, put me on this beat, I'm the big opp himself
Y'all niggas some kids, all y'all do is rap beef, might as well body yourself
Looter Gang, niggas never on shit
When they catch an opp, always say they gon kill something
It been years y'all ain't kill nothing, Big Opps got no chill button
They jacking D.O.S., Never got no glizzies, how y'all gon' dump on sight?
I just feel like I had to remind niggas that y'all Mans really died on a bike (gang!)
[Verse 4: Elz Tay]
Niggas talking bout the drop, but never spin no fucking blocks
16 give him 16, I'mma leave that nigga on the big screen
And fuck that other nigga Coka, I'mma put that nigga on the poster
I sit back and smoke Queezo, run up on me, let the heat blow
6 shots for BreezoAnd this glizzy on me is illegal
Kush Blicky, you a bitch, you ain't really with the shits
260 to my dick, you can tell the Folks this
I stay with the loaded clip, one in the head you can catch this hot shit
Slide up on B-Block, I'mma show you how this heat flock
GLITT Bow when we spin blocks, Must had nowhere to go
Dead niggas in the toe, I hit a lick then hit the road
Bamaz always on the go, Bamaz always on the go
GANG

[Verse 5: Ace Numbafive]
Headshot left his brains in a mess
Fuck paramedics, tell Housing come clean 'em up
Get money, We sliding in Beamer trucks
Lil Folk niggas talking they seen enough
Lil Mister, are you dumb? we 'gon drive to Chiraq with guns in the trunk (GDK)
I catch an opp, leave 'em slumped, better ask my opps, bitch we slide just for fun
Who the fuck is 22GZ? Who the fuck is 16?
Who the fuck is Kush and Khay? I pull up on em, let it spray
After this shit, Niggas 'gon hate me
Keep a gun, it don't come with no safety
Why the opps calling backup for they beef?
They all linking up for they safety
These niggas is pussy, these new opps is rookies
Why you talking? I don't understand
They talk like they with it, They say that they 'bout it
But still ain't 'gon ride for they mans
I see you in traffic, It's lit for you
Might roll up some Blaze in a spliff or two
Tay Tay out the trunk clear my visuals
But I'm only rolling cause I'm sick of Pook, gang!