Hunting Opps (Certified Edition Bonus Track)

(专辑： Shiesty Season - 2021)

[Pooh Shiesty:]
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy (Ayy)

Hang out the window with them chops, you know we hunting down opps for fun
Everybody with me sliming 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 going
Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hogging, always scoring
I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhyming, sounding 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 talking 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord

Look like you holding 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 taking lives, they feel they time coming, they know it
Shit get tight, I'ma bust twice with no regrets, too paranoid, blrrrd
Man down, now his mama telling 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 hunting down opps for fun
Everybody with me sliming 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 going
Taught to shoot first every time, Shiesty ball hogging, always scoring
I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhyming, sounding 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 talking 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord

[Fat Wizza:]
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 having flavor
Bitch, we taking 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 riding slow, we never speeding
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 hiding, they know they dying
I put them slimes on they ass
Now we all know you in the past

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I set the play for my lil' slime, Wizza come through and back door it (Shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhyming, sounding 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 talking 'bout your plug, you know I'm quick to cut that cord