Video Richer Then My Opps de Afn Peso 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Afn Peso - Richer Then My Opps Lyrics

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
To be honest, I don't know where my roof went
Realest in this shit, I can show you were the proof is
Really in them streets, all them young niggas clueless
Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks

[Verse 1: AFN Peso]
Head on a swivel, like I'm dodging the crack bay
Drop top coupe, on my wrist is a scat pack
Come to think about it, I was the one that they laughed at
Treat the bitch like a skip, she don't ever get ran back
Stack it to the moon, 'cus I don't know no different
A.M.G. Benz, I don't do no ceilings
Smoking kill bill, I don't do no midget
I hit the bitch with a rubber, I don't do no feelings
Two hoеs, one Peso's a movie
Put hеr face in the pillow, you a groupie
Bust on both of them hoes like an Uzi
And I got both of them hoes like a two piece
I'm the real thing, these other niggas imposters
Paint his head red, that's for thinking he hot stuff
Semi automatic, make you niggas [?]
To the top with this shit, man, who think they gon' stop us?
The club in my section, [?]
I think they broke [?] he can never be me
I'm throwing 1's in the club, so niggas can't see me
I disappear on you niggas, like Hudini
Keep it quiet on the phone, like I'm ducking a fed case
Contract season, nigga, you going for first place
I don't know these niggas, how these niggas just [?]
How they speaking on my name, when they hoes in the first place?
Now tell me
Do that make sense?
Running up them mills, need a deal with a blank check
Fake ass nigga on my dick, I'm in his bitch neck
I don't do no talking, nigga want it, he can get wacked
I don't do no talking, nigga want it, he can get wacked
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Made a play for my niggas, we gon' get it in
Snuck the pole in the club, had to get it in
Niggas came a long way back from sipping jin
Rose Gold [?] fifth [?]
Spent 5000 on my fit, I fucked the money up
Got a new Pattec bust, cost 200 bucks
You ain't never caught a body, you can't roll with us
Hundred opps, got a hundred chops, we gon' run them up
Them niggas ran off with your work, your bag loose
Shoot a nigga in his shirt, knock his tag loose
Before I had anything, bitch, I had juice
I be in the slums everyday, you just ran through
But if they send shit my way, we sending shots back
Treat a nigga like a van, knock his top back
Blue rag on a chop, but the Glock black
Fuck them niggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that
Nigga
Fuck them niggas, we ain't taking L's, this is not that

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
To be honest, I don't know where my roof went
Realest in this shit, I can show you were the proof is
Really in them streets, all them young niggas clueless
Richer than my opps, three K on my new kicks
[Verse 3: AFN Peso]
Playing with some money that these niggas ain't touched
Black chopper on me, I ain't come here to clutch
Talking this and that, but it was what it was
Yeah, it is what it is, they ain't done what I done
All glory to God, I ain't been this hot
I've been going so hard, think this shit from the pot
That's a hundred grand easy, when I'm bending your block
We be talking that money, and we talking a lot
Eh young Pes, fuck with me, never
G [?] sweater
And I ain't never worried, this shit just stunt
50 K on my chain, tell your jewler add it up
Richer than my opps, tell them niggas I'll prove it
In the pandemic, nigga, business is booming
Chilling with a ten, [?] just cooling
[?] you can pick you a tooly, nigga