Opp Spotter
Kay Flock Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴Grrah-grrah, boom
Oh yeah, turn me up a lil', uh-huh (It's Lil' C4)
Grrt
Hollows they hit him and rip through his neck (pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (dummy)
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til there's nothin' left
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (māthā, māthā)
Bitch, I just want the neck
When I spin its a highlight
Bitch, fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
She can't tote, she not my type
Shootin' off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks like (like, like)
Niggas got me on highs like
Don't Bunny Hop, you get shot on the spot, like (grrt)
Duwop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I shout, "Get to start squeezin'", got a shoot 'em, can't get shot
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin', when it's cold I make it hot (grrt)
Is you gonna ride in a hurry? Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky
Caught him in traffic, why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me
Back out the blick' before he could even rush me (pussy)
Pour me some Act', don't touch me
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
All red, bitch, I feel extra Bloody
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby, nigga, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no she cannot love me
Hollows they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (left, left)
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til there's nothin' left
.40 so loud, shit got me feelin' deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Niggas got me on highs like
I'ma spin with a nine instead of a TEC
I catch a opp, I'ma rip up his chest (uh-huh)
Screamin', "OGz" when I walk through they 'jects
Smokin' Woo Lotti, this shit hurt my chest
Fuck on a thotty, I'm all in her chest (uh-huh)
B-Lovee and them goons, them niggas be actin'
I got a .40, make him do a backflip
Kay-Kay, he with me, that boy make it active
If we catch an opp, we put him in a casket (uh-huh)
Goin' fifty-for-fifty, niggas ass hit the pavement like matress
Now he gon' Bunny Hop into a backflip
Call up the thotties, they droppin' they panties for Henny
She throwin' her neck, gettin' silly
Throw on my track and watch all these bitches get jiggy
That .42, it got a spinny
Gang, gang, gang
Fuck all the opps, they was never on shit
I keep a Glock, that bitch stuck to my hip
Brodie a opp spotter, he go opp slidin' and he spin with ten in his clip
I might be a thot spotter and an opp spotter
And I'm walkin' with six in this shit
So please do not try me 'cause I'm quick to hit (gang, gang, gang)
Hollows they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest (uh-huh)
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (left, left)
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til there's nothin' left
.40 so loud, shit got me feelin' deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset (grrah-grrah)
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Dummy (grrt), like, like
Overall Meaning
Kay Flock's song "Opp Spotter" is a gritty drill track that discusses the harsh realities of gang life. The song revolves around the themes of gang violence and betrayal, portrayed through raw lyrics and aggressive beats. The opening lines feature Lil' C4's signature 'turn me up a lil' catchphrase', which sets the tone for the song's energy and intensity. The following lines discuss the brutal reality of gang violence, where even wearing a bulletproof vest cannot save you from getting shot with hollow bullets. The emphasis on the words "nothin' left" in the chorus further highlights the savage nature of gang life where shooting until the opponent is dead is a norm.
Kay Flock's lyrics throughout the song boast of his criminal and violent capabilities. He suggests his gun is so loud that it makes him feel deaf, and he shoots off of eyesight, implying his marksmanship skills, and bends blocks to catch his enemies. Kay Flock and his crew are "OGz," who walk through different neighborhoods, shooting up the place, and killing their enemies. The line "I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck" portrays his callous attitude towards women, where he only values sexual pleasure and not emotional relationships. The lyrics are couched in metaphors of killing and violence, showing Kay Flock's willingness to use his gun at any time.
Line by Line Meaning
Grrah-grrah, boom
Aggressive sound effects to hype up the song
Hollows they hit him and rip through his neck (pussy)
Bullets penetrated his body and devastated his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Doesn't matter if the victim wore a bulletproof vest or not, the bullets were deadly
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (dummy)
Dare to come to my turf, and you'll get eliminated. It's a warning to trespassers
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til there's nothin' left
I'm continuing shooting until all my ammunition is expended
.40 so loud, shit got me feelin' deaf
The noise from the gun blast is so loud that it's deafening the singer's hearing temporarily
Niggas be broke and upset
Poor men are unhappy and resentful because they can't afford the same lifestyle the singer enjoys
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (māthā, māthā)
I'm not interested in sexual intercourse; I just want oral sex from the woman
When I spin its a highlight
Whenever I move onto an action, it becomes a critical moment to impress and portray my supremacy.
Bitch, fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
I don't attend boxing events, I prefer to get a gun instead and take quick measures to defend myself.
She can't tote, she not my type
I'm not interested in women who are not carrying firearms like me.
Shootin' off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks like (like, like)
I'm capable of shooting even when I can't see the target. I can quickly move around city blocks like a professional driver.
Duwop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (grrah-grrah, boom)
Duwop is a lethal shooter who continues firing even when confronted with the law enforcement. His attacks are destructive
Bitch, I shout, 'Get to start squeezin', got a shoot 'em, can't get shot
I motivate my gang to start shooting first before we become targets ourselves. We follow the strategy of not getting hit
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin', when it's cold I make it hot (grrt)
I appear suddenly, creep around, making the atmosphere heated or dangerous when the weather is cold
Is you gonna ride in a hurry? Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
Are you willing to join me in a criminal act? Come armed, I don't want to be buried prematurely.
My blicky jammed, he was lucky
My gun got stuck and couldn't function as intended, otherwise, my target would have been unlucky.
Caught him in traffic, why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
I got the chance to get hold of him when he was helpless and couldn't run away from me. He couldn't outsmart me and thus was being foolish.
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me
The victim, who is cowardly, attempted to deceive me but failed.
Back out the blick' before he could even rush me (pussy)
I fired off my gun before I even got any chance of being attacked. It denotes the victim as weak and cowardly
Pour me some Act', don't touch me
I'm consuming Actavis branded cough syrup, and I don't want any interference
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
I can get erratic, hostile, and violent from consuming codeine cough syrup
All red, bitch, I feel extra Bloody
I'm feeling powerful and unstoppable, enjoying my violent lifestyle, and the color red relates to blood
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
I'm inviting my gang members known as Crips, who are also my cousins.
You a baby, nigga, pull up your Huggies
You're acting immature and need to grow up and pull up your adult pants.
Thirsty one night, no she cannot love me
I don't need love, I just want casual sex.
I'ma spin with a nine instead of a TEC
I'm using a handgun with a caliber of 9mm instead of a TEC-9 submachine gun
I catch a opp, I'ma rip up his chest (uh-huh)
If I catch an opponent, I'll shoot bullets that enter and damage his chest.
Screamin', 'OGz' when I walk through they 'jects
I'm yelling and informing everyone I belong to the original gangsters when I walk through their area.
Smokin' Woo Lotti, this shit hurt my chest
I'm smoking marijuana strain called Woo Lotti, and it is causing me discomfort in breathing.
Fuck on a thotty, I'm all in her chest
I had sexual intercourse with a promiscuous woman, and my love is in her chest.
B-Lovee and them goons, them niggas be actin'
B-Lovee and his goons are known to be acting tough or intimidating, making people take them seriously.
I got a .40, make him do a backflip
I own a .40 calibre gun and when I shoot, the victim will instantly drop down and do a backward somersault due to the immense force of the bullet, instantly killing.
Kay-Kay, he with me, that boy make it active
Kay-Kay is with me, and he's always making our actions alert with enthusiasm.
If we catch an opp, we put him in a casket
We will kill any opponent if we catch him
Goin' fifty-for-fifty, niggas ass hit the pavement like matress
My shooting accuracy is exceptional that every bullet hit its target, and the dead victim falls on the ground like a mattress.
Now he gon' Bunny Hop into a backflip
He will react in a physical manner upon being shot, resulting in a jump or skip movement similar to a Bunny Hop and then falls back.
Call up the thotties, they droppin' they panties for Henny
I'm calling up sexually promiscuous women, who're eager to have sex after drinking Hennessy.
She throwin' her neck, gettin' silly
She is gyrating her neck, and it is seen as provocative humor.
Throw on my track and watch all these bitches get jiggy
When my song comes on, women dance and move sensually
That .42, it got a spinny
My .42 calibre gun has a revolving cylinder used to hold ammunition
Gang, gang, gang
Expression of my gang affiliation.
Fuck all the opps, they was never on shit
I hate and disregard all opposition; they aren't anything worthwhile
I keep a Glock, that bitch stuck to my hip
I carry a Glock handgun, which I frequently carry concealed.
Brodie a opp spotter, he go opp slidin' and he spin with ten in his clip
Brodie identifies the opposition and is our lookout when we're invading their turf, and he carries ten rounds of ammunition.
I might be a thot spotter and an opp spotter
I'm actively searching for horny women and watching out for my opponents.
And I'm walkin' with six in this shit
I have a gun with six bullets as I walk around.
So please do not try me 'cause I'm quick to hit (gang, gang, gang)
Don't challenge me because I'm quick to hurt anyone of my opponents
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BLINKY BLINK MUSIC
Written by: Kevin Perez, Qwayshawn Cannon, Raymond Boone
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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