Opp Huntin'

Sandstorm
Like, what?
Wake up, another mission
Yo Mar, turn that shit up (grrah)
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Ahh

Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hip)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beating that bitch (beatin' that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fucking on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix (ahh!)

Kenzo Balla, who bigger than me?
I'ma spin through the 8, tryna dump on the Gz (tryna dump on the Gz)
I'm MB, I can get super sleeze
Have his sis' line 'em up and knock him off his feet
Late night, spin the hill, I'm tryna creep
If I catch lil' DD, put 'em right to sleep (put 'em right to sleep)
Hop out the V, put the beam to his bean
Tryna catch me a O and knock him off the scene (ahh!)
On the hill, where they at?
Bitch, I'm lookin' for Oz since they lookin' for Makk's

Go catch a hit, let it clap, like 14 died, get back, like
Niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they never put on, that's a fact
What the fuck is a Dudeylo? That nigga wack
If I catch lil' Ddot, leave 'em where he at, like

Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hips)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, that shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beatin' that bitch (beatin' that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fucking on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix

If she smokin' the bro's then she shot
Bitches rappin' what they really not
How the fuck you talkin' on the Flocks?
When bro made it hot, beat the box (like, how?)
Dirty bitch, she talkin' on the Wokks
I'm a real right Balla, knock her out her socks
Still takin' trips, y'all lil' bitches popped (got popped)
Ain't nobody believin' this thot (at all)

I'ma hop out, put the beam to her top
Tryna leave a Gunna on the Pave
And there ain't nobody on the 8th
So we took a trip and spun' right through the 'Have
Oh, that's Yus? Knock off his braids
I'm smoking on Notti, and Lotti, and Caine
Balla be with me, tryna let it flame
Like, we tryna put a hollow through his brains, like

Rah-Rah, Beans, Yellow, Dummy
All of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilah, Ray-Ray, Dubski
Two of them niggas got hit in they tummy
Wayne, Mexy, AJ, bussin'
So many niggas got hit in they muffin'
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin'
He tried to push up on me so I brushed 'em

Ayo, TG, let's slide, we gon' hop out the stolie, throwin' more than 9
And these niggas not spinnin' the 5
I'm not gon' say it again, niggas lie
Ray Balla, up it, tryna leave 'em fried
He tried to run, got hit up in his spine
Kenzo Balla, the demon on time
I'ma spin through the shh, with the glick, do 'em slime, like (ahh!)

Grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Like ahh!
Ahh!
What the fuck?
Like, everything dead (ahh!)
Ahh!

Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hips)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, that shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beatin' that bitch (beatin' that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix (should have stayed out the mix)

Grrah-grrah
Like, what?
Like, every opp shot
Like, MB, MB
Grrah