Javorius Tykes Scott (born July 15, 1998 – died July 27, 2022), better know… Read Full Bio ↴Javorius Tykes Scott (born July 15, 1998 – died July 27, 2022), better known by his stage name JayDaYoungan, was an American rapper from Bogalusa, Louisiana.

Jay began releasing music in 2016 with his mixtape YOUNGANimal. He later gained more traction in the industry with his songs “Elimination” and “23 Island,” which have gone gold and 2x platinum, respectively.

Youngan was tragically shot and killed in his hometown of Bogalusa, LA on July 27, 2022.

Opps
JayDaYoungan Lyrics

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(Mmm, bitch nigga, mmm)
(Doesn't matter)
(The hero)
It's been one minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it
Stop flaggin, you know what city
Drop back and took back no limits
Cut out the fake shit, I ain't wit' it
(Let go)

It's been in a minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

Fuck all the cops
I know they hope we gon' stop
But the way that I'm living I'm not
We stomping this block
Catch him, hop out with the Glock
And put that lil' bitch in a box
You think you gon' plot
He gotta be out of his top
The stick knock 'em outta his socks (bap)
I'm tryin' to turn a bitch nigga head hot
Brand new stick came wit' a red dot

We in that field
I do this shit for real
Bitch I'm tryna catch me a kill
Don't come where I live
Young niggas slinging that steel
You play wit' yo' life and get killed (play wit' yo' life and get killed)
Shit get real
No step or two, chew on no pills
And they'll come let your crib
Up from the hip, blow off his ribs
Hop in the whip, now your mama in tears
All pf my niggas get straight to the business
We got the mops and they come with extensions
Clear out the street we ain't leaving no witness
Hated by many they say I'm a menace (they say I'm a menace)
Won't check you when I come to your city
You and all them bitch niggas gon' get it
This Draco weigh more than twenty
So when I aim at your head I won't miss it (yeah bow!)

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

We looking for opps
We behind 23 by the drought
We spending that K and can't stop
Keep talking wit' ya chest
Slim with the ho got the drop
Red gon' make your heart stop
Followin' all them others, sending out them shots
We have new names, Slick John
Those niggas be snitches
All of them niggas some bitches
All of them niggas some bitches
All of my niggas' top shooters
All of my niggas go get us
Pit full of steppers ain't nothin' to come get you
Ridin' in this bad, no this not a rental (skrrt)
My shit is legendary, bitch nigga, so I'ma get it
Over dissin' when they really pretend
Like he carry no blocks send them niggas go get 'em
Over dissin' when they really pretend
Like he carry no blocks send them niggas go get 'em

Steady screamin' out fuck the opps
Fake shinin' nigga ridin' for the cops
Cold-hearted, cold body it's a bloody, bloody murder
Got some shit I hop out wit' somethin' you never ever heard of
Catch his ass, drop his ass, put him on the news now he heard of

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

We looking for opps
Young niggas letting off shots
They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them opps
Bitch if you lack at the trap
We taking whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
Don't matter somebody get shot

(Let go, let go, let go)

Overall Meaning

JayDaYoungan's song "Opps" is a trap song that speaks about looking for enemies or "opps" and eliminating them with guns. The opening lines "It's been one minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it" set the tone of the song as he expresses his persistence in seeking revenge. He goes on to describe how they are always on the lookout for opps, willing to let off shots and risk getting caught by the cops. The chorus emphasizes how they are willing to take whatever they can if someone lacks at the trap while also warning that they will not hesitate to use their guns if needed.

The second verse shows that JayDaYoungan has no intention of slowing down in his pursuit of enemies. He threatens to take anyone out who plots against him and carries a brand new stick with a red dot that he can use to aim at their heads. The final section of the song emphasizes his hatred for opps and his willingness to do whatever it takes to get rid of them. He states that they are easily distinguishable from his top shooters because they are snitches and bitches.

Overall, "Opps" is a song that glorifies gun violence and promotes a lifestyle of retaliation against perceived enemies. The focus on aggression and the use of guns underscores the importance of maintaining a tough image to survive in a dangerous world.

Line by Line Meaning

It's been one minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it
Despite the time that has passed, I am still ready for action

Stop flaggin, you know what city
Stop pretending like you don't know where I am from

Cut out the fake shit, I ain't wit' it
I don't tolerate fake people or situations

It's been in a minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it
Once again, emphasizing my readiness for any situation

We looking for opps
We are actively searching for our enemies

Young niggas letting off shots
Youngsters in my crew are shooting guns

They don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
They have no regard for law enforcement

We clutchin' them opps
We have our enemies in our crosshairs

Bitch if you lack at the trap
If you don't come prepared to compete in the drug game, it'll cost you

We taking whatever you got
If we catch you slipping, we'll take your belongings

We catch him, he drop
Once we catch our enemy, they will be defeated

They're aimin' straight at your top
Our guns are pointed at our enemies' heads

No dissing, we told them to stop
We have given our enemies a warning to back down

Hop out on his block, oh with the stick or a Glock
We will approach our enemies' territory with guns

Don't matter somebody get shot
If they try to stop us, someone will get shot

Fuck all the cops
We have no respect for the police

I know they hope we gon' stop
The authorities hope we will give up our criminal activities

But the way that I'm living I'm not
I have no intention of changing my lifestyle or abandoning my crew

We stomping this block
We will take control of this territory

Catch him, hop out with the Glock
Once we locate our enemy, we will quickly pull out our guns

And put that lil' bitch in a box
We will kill our enemy and bury them

You think you gon' plot
If our enemy thinks they can plan against us, they are mistaken

He gotta be out of his top
Our enemy must be crazy to try to go against us

The stick knock 'em outta his socks (bap)
Our gun will knock our enemy off their feet

I'm tryin' to turn a bitch nigga head hot
I want to make our enemy feel the heat and pressure of their situation

Brand new stick came wit' a red dot
Our new gun has a laser sight for better accuracy

We in that field
We are actively involved in criminal activity

I do this shit for real
I am serious about my criminal lifestyle

Bitch I'm tryna catch me a kill
I am actively trying to kill our enemies

Don't come where I live
Stay away from my territory

Young niggas slinging that steel
The young members of my crew carry guns

You play wit' yo' life and get killed (play wit' yo' life and get killed)
If you choose to mess with us, you will die

Shit get real
The situation becomes dangerous

No step or two, chew on no pills
We do not use drugs while we are working

And they'll come let your crib
The authorities will come to your home as you sleep

Up from the hip, blow off his ribs
We will quickly pull out our guns and shoot our enemies, targeting their ribs

Hop in the whip, now your mama in tears
We will quickly leave the scene of the crime, leaving our enemies' family members distraught

All of my niggas' top shooters
All the members in my crew are skilled with guns

All of my niggas go get us
All the members in my crew are willing to get violent without hesitation

Pit full of steppers ain't nothin' to come get you
My crew is heavily armed and ready to attack

Ridin' in this bad, no this not a rental (skrrt)
We are driving a luxury car that we bought, not rented

My shit is legendary, bitch nigga, so I'ma get it
My lifestyle and legacy are noteworthy, so I will keep doing what I'm doing

Over dissin' when they really pretend
I won't waste my energy on enemies who are fake and insincere

Like he carry no blocks send them niggas go get 'em
If our enemy acts like they don't have guns, they will soon be proven wrong

Steady screamin' out fuck the opps
We constantly express our disdain for our enemies

Fake shinin' nigga ridin' for the cops
Our enemies are trying to look good in front of the police

Cold-hearted, cold body it's a bloody, bloody murder
We commit violent crimes with no emotion or remorse

Got some shit I hop out wit' somethin' you never ever heard of
We have access to firearms that are uncommon or unusual

Catch his ass, drop his ass, put him on the news now he heard of
We will kill our enemy and make sure the media reports on it

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Javorius Scott, Keyanta Bullard, Olalekan Akinyokunbo, Otis Hinton

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