Opp Hunt lyrics

[Intro]
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 f*ck)

[Verse]
Brodie ridin’ witta mop, he goin’ opp huntin’
f*ck them n*ggas, get to steppin’ on em, choppa keep bussin’
(Aye)
Ace took his bands to the jeweler, got his teeth bussin’
(Bussin’)
b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch tryna set me up, is this all a game?
(Huh?)
I’m not with that backdoor sh*t, 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 b*tch 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)