Opp Hunter

[Intro: Edai Gunz]
Gang
RPT, four-sev’, four-sev’
Free the pack makers, free the risk takers
It’s that Edai Gunz, nigga [lazy]
Yeah, we got opps lined, tryna go spot somethin’
Two handguns, tryna let off but I think that the cops comin’
Forty-eight ‘em, erase ‘ em , once I shoot you can’t save ‘em
In the cut, fuckin’ like Jason, I say “Go,” better take ‘em

[Verse 1: Edai Gunz]
I say “Go,” better go
.308s flyin’, they penetrate doors
Get down on the floor, squeeze on the trigger, I might take your soul
If you know, then you know, we still shoot in the snow
Catch an opp in the cold, heat him up, make him pour
Catch an opp, make him freeze like a mannequin
Roll down the window, my face got them panickin’
YGK, then we hop out, we jammin’ ’em
Gun jam up, black out and I’m tearin’ ‘em
And I’m makin’ ’em ghost
Check off his name, we check off the post
You know who got stomped, you know who got poked
Everything K soon get smoked, dead opps, shit get me higher
Four-sev’K, niggas playin’ with fire
Get caught and roll, no tires
Say that you tough, y’all niggas is liars
Pop out, big knife like Myers
No face, no case, he dyin’
.357, gun cock back, gotta go kill him, I’m tryin’
I’ma spin ’til I catch ’em, get my Hound to go fetch him
Bullets hit to go stretch him, that was only a message
Now they ready for war, bullets rip through your door
We don’t talk on the news, let the beam fill his shoes

[Verse 2: Dthang Gz]
Oh, he think he a demon, we send him to hell
Trey-pound, we ain’t droppin’ no shells
If bro threw the .80, he know I got his bail
He kept runnin’ ’til that nigga fell
And ops in the spot, send the hit through the mail
Nigga, I know my body from times to the jail
Nigga, we on the bridge and they panickin’
Spin through Courtlandt, them niggas be vanishin’
Ayo Sha, we tryna creep, we too tall, nigga, you gotta duck
I’ma let this shit dump
What they gon’ do when they run into us?
Like, y’all keep talkin’ on Woo and y’all wasn’t there
Like, we was just spinnin’ the Rey
Word to my dead, we had all of them scared
OY what? Y’all niggas is kids and y’all know Lucky got fears
Like, how y’all gon’ ask for a track? And y’all know I’m smokin’ y’all mans? Fuck it
Put the gun to his head, we gon’ treat him like Dot
We gon’ do him like Noah, he gon’ get stomped in his block
No, I ain’t takin’ the train, can’t eat at no chicken spot
Like, I cannot go out like Caine, like, I really cannot
Like, if she is a smooch, her shit is fat so fuck it, I’ll beat up the box
I could fuck your BM right now, lil’ nigga, I could merch that on my block
Why? ’Cause she know I’m a star
Ain’t no shootin’ from far, we gon’ hop out the car
We tryna send him to Mars, ’cause she know I’m a star
Ain’t no shootin’ from far, we gon’ hop out the car, we tryna send him to Mars

[Outro]
It’s that Dthang, nigga, make ‘em get jiggy before we shoot ‘em you heard?
Yo, long live Rah, like, yo, long live [?]