Opp Huntin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Sandstorm
They hate how we walk, how we talk (Like, what?)
How we move, said we're lost and frustrated (Wake up, we got a mission)
Grrah (Yo, Mar, turn that sh*t up)
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top (Every opp shot, everything dead)
We're the youth of the nation (Ah)
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips (They hate how we walk, how we talk)
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff (How we move, said we're lost and frustrated)
Zay, Lou, this sh*t got a kick and I mix it with Edot, now a n*gga lit
Call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch (But believe it or not, we're the next up on top)
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beatin' that b*tch
Like she wasn't just f*ckin' on 5th to the Sev (We're the youth of the nation)
Lil' b*tch should've stayed out the mix (Ah)

[Verse 1]
Kenzo Balla, who bigger than me?
I'ma spin through the 8 tryna dump on a G'
I'm MB, I could 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 an O and knock him off the scene (Ah)
On the Hill, where they at?
b*tch, I'm lookin' for Os since they lookin' for Makks
Go catch a hit, let it clap, like (Let it clap)
14 died, get back, like (Get back)
n*ggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks (And they makin' these tracks)
But they never put on, that's a fact
What the f*ck is a Dudeylo? That n*gga wack
If I catch lil' Ddot, leave him where he at, like
[Chorus]
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this sh*t got a kick and I mix it with Edot, now a n*gga lit
Call-call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beatin' that b*tch
Like she wasn't just f*ckin' on 5th to the Sev (Like, what?)
Lil' b*tch should've stayed out the mix

[Verse 2]
And she smoke on the bros, so she shot
b*tches rappin' what they really not
How the f*ck she talkin' on the Flocks?
When bro made her hop and Kevin beat the box (Like, how?)
Dirty b*tch keep talkin' on the 'Woks
'Til a real right Balla knock her out her socks
Still takin' chains, y'all lil' b*tches popped (Y'all popped)
Ain't nobody believin' it's stuck (At—)
I'ma hop out, put the beam to her top
Tryna leave a Gunna on the pave' (Like, what?)
And there ain't nobody on the 8 (Grrah, grrah)
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 brain, like
Rah Rah, Beans, Yellow, Dummy
All of them n*ggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, 'Lila, Ray Ray, Dubski
Two of them n*ggas got hit in they tummy
Wayne, Mexi, AJ bustin'
So many n*ggas got hit in they muffin (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And these n*ggas still ain't doin' nothin'
He tried to push up on me, so I punched him (So I punched him)
Ayo, TG let's slide, we gon' hop out the, stoley, throwin' more than nine
And these n*ggas not spinnin' the 5
I'm not gon' say it again, n*ggas lyin'
Rayy pullin' up and 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 (Ah)
[Bridge]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Like, ah, ah
What the f*ck?
Like, everything dead (Ah)
Ah

[Chorus]
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this sh*t got a kick and I mix it with Edot, now a n*gga lit
Call up 5, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beatin' that b*tch
Like she wasn't just f*ckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' b*tch should've stayed out the mix

[Outro]
They hate how we walk, how we talk (Grrah, grrah)
How we move, said we're lost and frustrated (Like, what? Like, every opp shot)
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top (Like, like, MB, MB)
We're the youth of the nation (Grrah)
They hate how we walk, how we talk
How we move, said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation