Chords for Kenzo Balla - "Opp Huntin" (Dir. by Weirdo Motions) (Prod. Sandstorm & Marstikkupp)
Tempo:
72.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
E
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's X, though.
It's X.
[Dm] It's like what?
Like a match.
I feel like a poker.
[D] [C] Every upshot.
Everything's dead.
[Dm] Ah!
Naughty poppin', pokin' my ass.
Don't get tall, leave, pull up my slip.
[D] Say, [E] this shit got a kick that I mix or eat, I'm not a nigga lit.
[D] Pull up on the bottom, I'm still under the bitch.
If I catch Lil' Winslow, I'm bein' that bitch.
Unless you want to just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, Lil' Fifth to the Sixth, I'm the bitch.
Kids don't call [Db] the hoop, they hittin' me.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the [D] G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
But when they out, bitch, I'm lookin' for hoes, if they lookin' for max, go get their head
Let it clap like 14 died, get back like niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they ain't never put on, that's a fact
Who the fuck is the duty lawyer?
Nigga, rockin' Vodka, Lil' [Bb] T, I leave him where he at, like
Naughty Bobbin', pokin' my ass, smokin' Charlie, all of my [D] spliffs
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick that I mix to it, eat out, nah, a nigga lit
Pull up, pull [E] up, fall asleep, through the mix, if I catch Lil' Witt, I'm bein' [D] that bitch
Like she watchin' just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, lil' bitch in the state out the mix
And she smokin' up on C-Shot, bitches robbin' what they really not
How the fuck he took her?
He on [E] the Fox, run, bro, made a hop and cap and beat [D] the ball
Like, I'm 30, bitch, he took me on the walk to the real right bull, I knock out, I sock
Still thinkin' trace, that lil' bitch is popped, ain't nobody believin' [Eb] in style
I'ma hop up with the beat to the top, tryna leave a gun on [D] the page
And there ain't nobody [Eb] on the 8, so we took [D] a trip and spun right through the hay
All that juice, nap of his brains, I'm smokin' on Naughty and Lottie and Kang
All of you want me, try to let it frame, like, we tryna put a hollow through his brain, like
Rara, Beenz, Yellow, Dummy, all of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilo, Ray-Ray, Ducky, two of them niggas got hair in they tummy
Ring, Mexie, AJ, Bustin', so many niggas got hair in they muffin
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin', he tryna put your woman soft, crush them
[Dbm] AOTG, let's stop, he gon' hop up the stow, he [D] throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not [Eb] spittin' no five, I'm not gon' say he the [D] gang nigga's lies
We pull up and tryna [N] leave him fried, he tryna run, got hit up in his spine
Catch a bullet, a demon on top, I'ma sprinkle this shit with the [D] creeps, do a front like
Every opp's shot, like, ah, ah, what the fuck?
Like, everything's dead
They [Dm] poppin', hold up my head, no control, [D] these hoes gon' slip
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick and I mixed with it, I know I hit the lick
I'ma pull up all the toast, we do the mix up, I catch Lil' Wins, I'ma be in that bitch
I'ma watch it, just fuckin' on 50 to 7, Lil' Bitch and the State out the mix
[Bb] [D] I am Pea
It's X.
[Dm] It's like what?
Like a match.
I feel like a poker.
[D] [C] Every upshot.
Everything's dead.
[Dm] Ah!
Naughty poppin', pokin' my ass.
Don't get tall, leave, pull up my slip.
[D] Say, [E] this shit got a kick that I mix or eat, I'm not a nigga lit.
[D] Pull up on the bottom, I'm still under the bitch.
If I catch Lil' Winslow, I'm bein' that bitch.
Unless you want to just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, Lil' Fifth to the Sixth, I'm the bitch.
Kids don't call [Db] the hoop, they hittin' me.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the [D] G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
But when they out, bitch, I'm lookin' for hoes, if they lookin' for max, go get their head
Let it clap like 14 died, get back like niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they ain't never put on, that's a fact
Who the fuck is the duty lawyer?
Nigga, rockin' Vodka, Lil' [Bb] T, I leave him where he at, like
Naughty Bobbin', pokin' my ass, smokin' Charlie, all of my [D] spliffs
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick that I mix to it, eat out, nah, a nigga lit
Pull up, pull [E] up, fall asleep, through the mix, if I catch Lil' Witt, I'm bein' [D] that bitch
Like she watchin' just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, lil' bitch in the state out the mix
And she smokin' up on C-Shot, bitches robbin' what they really not
How the fuck he took her?
He on [E] the Fox, run, bro, made a hop and cap and beat [D] the ball
Like, I'm 30, bitch, he took me on the walk to the real right bull, I knock out, I sock
Still thinkin' trace, that lil' bitch is popped, ain't nobody believin' [Eb] in style
I'ma hop up with the beat to the top, tryna leave a gun on [D] the page
And there ain't nobody [Eb] on the 8, so we took [D] a trip and spun right through the hay
All that juice, nap of his brains, I'm smokin' on Naughty and Lottie and Kang
All of you want me, try to let it frame, like, we tryna put a hollow through his brain, like
Rara, Beenz, Yellow, Dummy, all of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilo, Ray-Ray, Ducky, two of them niggas got hair in they tummy
Ring, Mexie, AJ, Bustin', so many niggas got hair in they muffin
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin', he tryna put your woman soft, crush them
[Dbm] AOTG, let's stop, he gon' hop up the stow, he [D] throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not [Eb] spittin' no five, I'm not gon' say he the [D] gang nigga's lies
We pull up and tryna [N] leave him fried, he tryna run, got hit up in his spine
Catch a bullet, a demon on top, I'ma sprinkle this shit with the [D] creeps, do a front like
Every opp's shot, like, ah, ah, what the fuck?
Like, everything's dead
They [Dm] poppin', hold up my head, no control, [D] these hoes gon' slip
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick and I mixed with it, I know I hit the lick
I'ma pull up all the toast, we do the mix up, I catch Lil' Wins, I'ma be in that bitch
I'ma watch it, just fuckin' on 50 to 7, Lil' Bitch and the State out the mix
[Bb] [D] I am Pea
Key:
D
Dm
E
Eb
Bb
D
Dm
E
It's X, though.
It's X.
[Dm] It's like what?
Like a match.
I feel like a poker.
[D] _ _ _ [C] Every upshot.
Everything's dead.
[Dm] Ah!
Naughty poppin', pokin' my ass.
Don't get tall, leave, pull up my slip.
[D] Say, [E] this shit got a kick that I mix or eat, I'm not a nigga lit.
[D] Pull up on the bottom, I'm still under the bitch.
If I catch Lil' Winslow, I'm bein' that bitch.
Unless you want to just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, Lil' Fifth to the Sixth, I'm the bitch.
Kids don't call [Db] the hoop, they hittin' me.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the [D] G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
I'ma spit _ _ _ _ _ _ _ through the A, tryna dump on the G.
But when they out, bitch, I'm lookin' for hoes, if they lookin' for max, go get their head
Let it clap like 14 died, get back like niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they ain't never put on, that's a fact
Who the fuck is the duty lawyer?
Nigga, rockin' Vodka, Lil' [Bb] T, I leave him where he at, like
Naughty Bobbin', pokin' my ass, smokin' Charlie, all of my [D] spliffs
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick that I mix to it, eat out, nah, a nigga lit
Pull up, pull [E] up, fall asleep, through the mix, if I catch Lil' Witt, I'm bein' [D] that bitch
Like she watchin' just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, lil' bitch in the state out the mix
And she smokin' up on C-Shot, bitches robbin' what they really not
How the fuck he took her?
He on [E] the Fox, run, bro, made a hop and cap and beat [D] the ball
Like, I'm 30, bitch, he took me on the walk to the real right bull, I knock out, I sock
Still thinkin' trace, that lil' bitch is popped, ain't nobody believin' [Eb] in style
I'ma hop up with the beat to the top, tryna leave a gun on [D] the page
And there ain't nobody [Eb] on the 8, so we took [D] a trip and spun right through the hay
All that juice, nap of his brains, I'm smokin' on Naughty and Lottie and Kang
All of you want me, try to let it frame, like, we tryna put a hollow through his brain, like
Rara, Beenz, Yellow, Dummy, all of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilo, Ray-Ray, Ducky, two of them niggas got hair in they tummy
Ring, Mexie, AJ, Bustin', so many niggas got hair in they muffin
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin', he tryna put your woman soft, crush them
[Dbm] AOTG, let's stop, he gon' hop up the stow, he [D] throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not [Eb] spittin' no five, I'm not gon' say he the [D] gang nigga's lies
We pull up and tryna [N] leave him fried, he tryna run, got hit up in his spine
Catch a bullet, a demon on top, I'ma sprinkle this shit with the [D] creeps, do a front like
_ _ _ _ Every opp's shot, like, ah, ah, what the fuck?
Like, everything's dead
They [Dm] poppin', hold up my head, no control, [D] these hoes gon' slip
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick and I mixed with it, I know I hit the lick
I'ma pull up all the toast, we do the mix up, I catch Lil' Wins, I'ma be in that bitch
I'ma watch it, just fuckin' on 50 to 7, Lil' Bitch and the State out the mix _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [D] _ _ I am Pea _ _
It's X.
[Dm] It's like what?
Like a match.
I feel like a poker.
[D] _ _ _ [C] Every upshot.
Everything's dead.
[Dm] Ah!
Naughty poppin', pokin' my ass.
Don't get tall, leave, pull up my slip.
[D] Say, [E] this shit got a kick that I mix or eat, I'm not a nigga lit.
[D] Pull up on the bottom, I'm still under the bitch.
If I catch Lil' Winslow, I'm bein' that bitch.
Unless you want to just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, Lil' Fifth to the Sixth, I'm the bitch.
Kids don't call [Db] the hoop, they hittin' me.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the [D] G.
I'ma spit through the A, tryna dump on the G.
I'ma spit _ _ _ _ _ _ _ through the A, tryna dump on the G.
But when they out, bitch, I'm lookin' for hoes, if they lookin' for max, go get their head
Let it clap like 14 died, get back like niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they ain't never put on, that's a fact
Who the fuck is the duty lawyer?
Nigga, rockin' Vodka, Lil' [Bb] T, I leave him where he at, like
Naughty Bobbin', pokin' my ass, smokin' Charlie, all of my [D] spliffs
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick that I mix to it, eat out, nah, a nigga lit
Pull up, pull [E] up, fall asleep, through the mix, if I catch Lil' Witt, I'm bein' [D] that bitch
Like she watchin' just fuckin' on Fifth to the Seventh, lil' bitch in the state out the mix
And she smokin' up on C-Shot, bitches robbin' what they really not
How the fuck he took her?
He on [E] the Fox, run, bro, made a hop and cap and beat [D] the ball
Like, I'm 30, bitch, he took me on the walk to the real right bull, I knock out, I sock
Still thinkin' trace, that lil' bitch is popped, ain't nobody believin' [Eb] in style
I'ma hop up with the beat to the top, tryna leave a gun on [D] the page
And there ain't nobody [Eb] on the 8, so we took [D] a trip and spun right through the hay
All that juice, nap of his brains, I'm smokin' on Naughty and Lottie and Kang
All of you want me, try to let it frame, like, we tryna put a hollow through his brain, like
Rara, Beenz, Yellow, Dummy, all of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilo, Ray-Ray, Ducky, two of them niggas got hair in they tummy
Ring, Mexie, AJ, Bustin', so many niggas got hair in they muffin
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin', he tryna put your woman soft, crush them
[Dbm] AOTG, let's stop, he gon' hop up the stow, he [D] throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not [Eb] spittin' no five, I'm not gon' say he the [D] gang nigga's lies
We pull up and tryna [N] leave him fried, he tryna run, got hit up in his spine
Catch a bullet, a demon on top, I'ma sprinkle this shit with the [D] creeps, do a front like
_ _ _ _ Every opp's shot, like, ah, ah, what the fuck?
Like, everything's dead
They [Dm] poppin', hold up my head, no control, [D] these hoes gon' slip
Hey, who?
This shit got a kick and I mixed with it, I know I hit the lick
I'ma pull up all the toast, we do the mix up, I catch Lil' Wins, I'ma be in that bitch
I'ma watch it, just fuckin' on 50 to 7, Lil' Bitch and the State out the mix _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [D] _ _ I am Pea _ _