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