K-Trap, Abra Cadabra – New Opp Block Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics New Opp Block – K-Trap & Abra Cadabra

New opp block
Got me on maps, tryna plan my route
Shoot, I’ll drive, thank me too
My brown and sexy, my lighty’s cute
Told them I want them both
They told me they find it rude
Four packs in the back, cruise
Gave her the key, she didn’t know what to do
Gimme a key and I’ll know what to do
Gimme the glee and I’ll know what to do

I ain’t on none of that proving stuff
I’m on natural badness
Look for the puff in the jacket
Who you think’s got the ‘matic
I don’t know about tactics
Step there scatty, spontaneous
Took this half a brizzy sailing
Wait ’til it locks and drain it

I just got new trainers
Twenty pound each for the laces
Dangerous, five in the spin
That’s a hundred pound
Barrel of the .4 goes ’round and ’round
Somebody call his spouse

I book towns on town
What we got left A hundred miles
Don’t be acting dumb
And if I load this wap, just run
Bro said he want a Patek
But he ended up buying up Macs and pumps
She gave me the best neck
Might get her the Rollie, factory one
New opp block, not sure where they chill
Go get that map and come

New opp block
Got me on maps, tryna plan my route
Shoot, I’ll drive, thank me too
My brown and sexy, my lighty’s cute
Told them I want them both
They told me they find it rude
Four packs in the back, cruise
Gave her the key, she didn’t know what to do
Give me a key and I’ll know what to do
Give me the glee and I’ll know what to do

Fill him up with bine, could do it to me, he just ain’t got the heart
Ching man’s clart or I lean out the window and slap firearm
OFB, farm blocks we don’t claim no chinging or booting if it ain’t ours
Them man are just talking much, I done told you already
None of us wan’ talk

All the Snapchat talk gets me heated, don
Who’s speaking, bro
What war is he speaking on
It can never be our war you speaking on
He weren’t sayin’ none of that
When I was over there beatin’ off
Little neeky don, stop speakin’, bruv
‘Nuff time I had them man skeetin’ off
They ain’t really on this warring ting
It’s all mad when we rise these turners
Told Headie that we need a Draco
He said Course we сan get that, real cash earners
That’s a automatic
Creep that bloodclart on a man’s block, that’s tragic
Panic , ‘matic, we grab that
Tryna turn man cabbage
We do bloodclart damage
Madthing

New opp block
Got me on maps, tryna plan my route
Shoot, I’ll drive, thank me too
My brown and sexy, my lighty’s cute
Told them I want them both
They told me they find it rude
Four packs in the back, cruise
Gave her the key, she didn’t know what to do
Give me a key and I’ll know what to do
Give me the glee and I’ll know what to do …

➤ Written by K-Trap & Abra Cadabra
Produced by Honeywoodsix
K-Trap | Abra Cadabra | 2020

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