Opp Hunt

[Intro]
N-N-NB made that sauce
Alright, I see how it’s gon’ be
Aye, pass me that cup right there
That one that got the purple in it
That’s mine
I’m ready
(What the fuck?)

[Verse 1]
Brodie ridin’ witta mop, he goin’ opp huntin’
Fuck them niggas, get to steppin’ on em, choppa keep bussin’
(Aye)
Ace took his bands to the jeweler, got his teeth bussin’
(Bussin’)
Bitch mad that I ain’t text her back, I told her “Keep fussin’”
This car filled with so many steppers, got our knees rubbin’
Sixty bands, cash, I walked in this bitch three dubbin’
(Woah)
The DJ know my name so I’m in the VIP free clubbin’
Married woman, touchin’ on me, she must have a dead beat husband
(Ugh)

[Verse 2]
Or maybe she’s just fallin’ for my name
Or is the bitch tryna set me up, is this all a game?
(Huh?)
I’m not with that backdoor shit, I’m letting fifties bang
(Buah)
Keep a Magnum by the magazine, don’t want a itchy thang
I forgot the model of the strap, I call this bitch the “What’s-Her-Name”
(Wait, what?)
Why these broke kids tryna jack down cause we not the same, ah
I never let it smack down, not here to entertain
Dropped so many blues on your head, your friends will think you in a gang
(Damn)