"Opp Huntin'" lyrics
Sandstorm
Like, what? (They hate how we walk, how we talk)
Wake up, we got a mission (How we move, said we're lost and frustrated)
Grrah (Yo, Mar, turn that shit up)
Every opp shot (But believe it or not, we're the next up on top)
Everything dead (We're the youth of the nation)
Ahh
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix (Ahh)
Kenzo Balla, who bigger than me?
I'ma spin through the 8 and tryna dump on a G
I'm MB, I can get super sleeze
Have his sis line him up and knock him off his feet
Late nights on the hill, I'm tryna creep
If I catch lil' DD, put him 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 Makks
Go catch a hit, let it clap, like
Fourteen 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 whacked
If I catch lil' Ddot, leave him where he at, like
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix
If she smokin' the bros then she shot
Bitches rappin' what they really not
How the fuck she talkin' on the Flocks?
When bro made her hop and Kevin beat the box (Like, how?)
Dirty bitch, she talkin' on the Wokks
'Til a real right Balla knock her out her socks
Still takin' chains, y'all lil' bitches popped
Ain't nobody believe in this thot
I'ma hop out, put the beam to her top
Tryna leave a Gunna on the Pave
And there ain't nobody on the 8
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
Like, we tryna put a hollow through his brains, like
RahRah, 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 punched him
Ayo, TG, let's slide, we gon' hop out the stolie throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not spinnin' the 5
I'm not gon' say it again, niggas lyin'
Wait, roll 'em up, 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 scene with the glicks, 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', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix
Grrah, grrah
Like, what?
Like, every opp shot
Like, MB, MB
Grrah
Like, what? (They hate how we walk, how we talk)
Wake up, we got a mission (How we move, said we're lost and frustrated)
Grrah (Yo, Mar, turn that shit up)
Every opp shot (But believe it or not, we're the next up on top)
Everything dead (We're the youth of the nation)
Ahh
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix (Ahh)
Kenzo Balla, who bigger than me?
I'ma spin through the 8 and tryna dump on a G
I'm MB, I can get super sleeze
Have his sis line him up and knock him off his feet
Late nights on the hill, I'm tryna creep
If I catch lil' DD, put him 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 Makks
Go catch a hit, let it clap, like
Fourteen 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 whacked
If I catch lil' Ddot, leave him where he at, like
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix
If she smokin' the bros then she shot
Bitches rappin' what they really not
How the fuck she talkin' on the Flocks?
When bro made her hop and Kevin beat the box (Like, how?)
Dirty bitch, she talkin' on the Wokks
'Til a real right Balla knock her out her socks
Still takin' chains, y'all lil' bitches popped
Ain't nobody believe in this thot
I'ma hop out, put the beam to her top
Tryna leave a Gunna on the Pave
And there ain't nobody on the 8
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
Like, we tryna put a hollow through his brains, like
RahRah, 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 punched him
Ayo, TG, let's slide, we gon' hop out the stolie throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not spinnin' the 5
I'm not gon' say it again, niggas lyin'
Wait, roll 'em up, 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 scene with the glicks, 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', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
Then 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
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix
Grrah, grrah
Like, what?
Like, every opp shot
Like, MB, MB
Grrah
Writer(s): Treyvon Jackson, Ehan Salman
