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jdot breezy – opp hunt كلمات اغاني

[intro]
alright, let’s get it
b_tch, b_tch, gang, b_tch

[verse]
meet him, boot him in a hot car, tryna opp hunt
swing the pole and let this choppa blow, i know i hit his son
catch his ass and then we [?] his ass and let his blood run
f_ck the opps, them n_ggas goofy, tell them n_ggas “hit the sun”
n_gga, i got big money, he ain’t see the bl!cks come
he tryna talk, ain’t tryna talk lil’ b_tch, just come and leak somethin’
there ain’t no squashing beef, i’m off the leash, i don’t wanna fix nothin’
all that walkin’ and i ain’t hit, run down and leave his head gushed
you gon’ die ’cause you snitched lil’ b_tch, you shouldn’t have said nothin’
get tired of waitin’ on your ass, pull up and [?]
she like “jdot is you tired of me?”, just keep the head comin’
and if it’s beef we dish it off for free but he ain’t said nothin’
there’s two choppas in the car, where you at? b_tch, i’m with [?]
oh, i’m with sosa smoking dosia, tryna go and k!ll a opp
we might pull up on his block, ayy, bro just pass me my ar
so i can blast some sh_t then ditch this b_tch, go home and get the glock
b_tch, i got this sh_t on lock, ’cause i’m on top, she gave me top
she like “jdot did that good”, i beat that p_ssy in the car
ralo with [?]
give me a name, i got a hunnid rounds, going [?] for that drop
p_ssy k, i f_ck you up, i ain’t gon’ say “who want a cut?”
sike, b_tch, you know it’s [?], you tryna cook a n_gga up
this choppa hit a n_gga up and if i catch you, boy, you f_cked
boy, i dare you, know we creepin’, tryna leave them n_ggas stumped
he a b_tch, these bullets blow, he got shot because he talk
i’m with drake, just pass lil’ bro the k and let my bro go dumb
you tryna pop, i call two_one, tell ’em “pull up to the front”
he the driver and we got two chops but he still brought his gun
baby jay ain’t going for nothin’, pull steppin’ and he done
three, two, one, i jump out on his ass and catch him, he can’t run
we do this k!llin’ sh_t for fun, rest up ralo, we smoke runtz
out in public, i’ma up it, i ain’t never leave my gun
where that iron at? push his mind back
wherever bro gon’ catch him at, just leave his p_ssy ass slumped
she tryna me like i’m crazy, f_ck that ho, these b_tches dumb
in the club you might get stomped, you better hope i sneak my gun
’cause i’ma bl!ck yo’ ass and k!ll you, fall back in the crowd and run
[?] come pick him up, i dropped his ass, that n_gga done
hit the e_way, this too steep, then i just dipped off for a month
don’t do no shootin’ out the car, bro, hit the brakes, he tryna run, b_tch

- jdot breezy

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