Letra de Hunting Opps - Pooh Shiesty

(Feat. ShotOff)

ShotOff (Snoopiiondabeat)

Free Nuke Bizzle (Mm, mm-mm-mm)

Know it's slide season

Blrrrd, blrrrd

Slide

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

Ayy (Ayy)

Hang out the window with them chops, you know we huntin' down opps for fun

Everybody with me slimin' shit down, they gon' pull a murder one

Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it, it's a known fact we ain't goin'

Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin'

I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)

In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet

See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it

Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord

Look like you holdin' on that drank, nigga, grab some ice and go pour it

I brought my AK to the fight, but it came with a lighter sword

Got all these stripes off takin' lives, they feel they time comin', they know it

Shit get tight, I'ma bust twice with no regrets, too paranoid, blrrrd

Man down, now his mama tellin' sad stories, blrrrd

Tapped him up in his head, we took him out his glory, blrrrd

Hop out with automatics, no way to ignore it

Niggas on the other side ain't ever shot shit, Kyle Lowry

Hang out the window with them chops, you know we huntin' down opps for fun

Everybody with me slimin' shit down, they gon' pull a murder one

Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it, it's a known fact we ain't goin'

Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin'

I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)

In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet

See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it

Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord

We was four deep in that Fentley truck, we slide with Glocks and K's

I got Shiesty with me ready to work that new switch I just gave

We done smoked so many opps this year, goddamn, we havin' flavor

Bitch, we takin' all the hits, just put the money on the table (Slidin')

The season murder, murder

Demons, demons, hearse, hearse

Rest in peace, that bitch didn't have respect for cheese

We ridin' slow, we never speedin'

When we creep, we never mean in

That shit just happen in that action

Me and Shiesty back to back

Hang out the window with that MAC

He couldn't duck, this ain't Aflac

Throw the lob up, Kobe, Shaq

I get the drop, we move the stacks

Can't find you, get your brother whacked

I can't put shit in no past

These niggas hidin', they know they dyin'

I put them slimes on they ass

Now we all know you in the past

I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)

In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet

See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it, grab the chopstick, I go blow it

Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord

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