We was out huntin' for opps
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Y'all niggas don't want problems Y'all niggas don't want war
They tell me to get em, I got em What's the discussion for?
My nigga treat beef like Uber
Bring that shit right to your door
He ain't making no gwaup, he a loser
Bullets go straight through his core
Bullets go straight through his body Pull up with the gang and we upping the score
Niggas be talking a lot If it ain't about the money, I'm gonna ignore
My shooters be shaking the block With the choppa as big as a Honda Accord
My shooters, they stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
My shooters be stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
This stick got a scope, but it look like some glasses I'm calling the choppa a dork
He's so industry, but he not in the streets That nigga ain't hot with the Porch
I stay with the fire four hundred degrees It's like I walk round with a torch
My niggas tote 7.62's Big chopper, knock you out your shoes
Niggas, broke let me tell you the truth Stay 100 when I'm in the booth
I got lines, all I need is a juice
Me and Gang, we ain't calling no truce
On your block, we gon' slide, we gon' shoot With the choppa, we gunnin for you
We was out huntin' for opps
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Sega Atari - Opp Hunterz Lyrics
Sega Atari - Opp Hunterz Lyrics
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We was out huntin' for opps
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Y'all niggas don't want problems Y'all niggas don't want war
They tell me to get em, I got em What's the discussion for?
My nigga treat beef like Uber
Bring that shit right to your door
He ain't making no gwaup, he a loser
Bullets go straight through his core
Bullets go straight through his body Pull up with the gang and we upping the score
Niggas be talking a lot If it ain't about the money, I'm gonna ignore
My shooters be shaking the block With the choppa as big as a Honda Accord
My shooters, they stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
My shooters be stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
This stick got a scope, but it look like some glasses I'm calling the choppa a dork
He's so industry, but he not in the streets That nigga ain't hot with the Porch
I stay with the fire four hundred degrees It's like I walk round with a torch
My niggas tote 7.62's Big chopper, knock you out your shoes
Niggas, broke let me tell you the truth Stay 100 when I'm in the booth
I got lines, all I need is a juice
Me and Gang, we ain't calling no truce
On your block, we gon' slide, we gon' shoot With the choppa, we gunnin for you
We was out huntin' for opps
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Y'all niggas don't want problems Y'all niggas don't want war
They tell me to get em, I got em What's the discussion for?
My nigga treat beef like Uber
Bring that shit right to your door
He ain't making no gwaup, he a loser
Bullets go straight through his core
Bullets go straight through his body Pull up with the gang and we upping the score
Niggas be talking a lot If it ain't about the money, I'm gonna ignore
My shooters be shaking the block With the choppa as big as a Honda Accord
My shooters, they stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
My shooters be stacking them bodies On bodies, on bodies, I shouldn't say more
This stick got a scope, but it look like some glasses I'm calling the choppa a dork
He's so industry, but he not in the streets That nigga ain't hot with the Porch
I stay with the fire four hundred degrees It's like I walk round with a torch
My niggas tote 7.62's Big chopper, knock you out your shoes
Niggas, broke let me tell you the truth Stay 100 when I'm in the booth
I got lines, all I need is a juice
Me and Gang, we ain't calling no truce
On your block, we gon' slide, we gon' shoot With the choppa, we gunnin for you
We was out huntin' for opps
Click at em till they is dead
My shooters really some monsters They creep up from under the bed
No baby, I can't be no father Just give me the toppy instead
My sprite it look just like a lobster Because I just filled it with red
Tryna talk down on the gang
You gon' get killed, you heard what I said
Tell her to bring me her brain shit retarded special ed
Heard there was snakes in my garden
Mowed the grass and cut the heads
These niggas don't want problems I can solve it with this lead
Writer: Sega Foye
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