Opp Huntin

[Intro]
(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), 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 shit got a kick
Then I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call-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 bitch
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix (Ah) (We're the youth of the nation)

[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 a O and knock him off the scene (Ah)
On the Hill, where they at?
Bitch, I'm lookin' for O's since they lookin' for Makks
Go catch a hit, let it clap, like (Let it clap)
14 died, get back, like (Get back)
Niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks (And they 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 him where he at, like

[Chorus]
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call-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 (Like, what?)
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix

[Verse 2]
And she smoke on the bros, so 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 keep talkin' on the 'Woks
'Til a real right Balla knock her out her socks
Still takin' chains, y'all lil' bitches 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 niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, 'Lila, Ray-Ray, Dubski
Two of them niggas got hit in they tummy
Wayne, Mexi, AJ bustin'
So many niggas got hit in they muffin (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And these niggas 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 niggas not spinnin' the 5
I'm not gon' say it again, niggas lyin'
Wait, pull 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 fuck?
Like, everything dead (Ah)
Ah

[Chorus]
Notti Boppin', pokin' my hips
Smokin' 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 beatin' that bitch
Like she wasn't just fuckin' on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should've stayed out the mix

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