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opp hunting - famo banga lyrics

[intro]
my n-ggas is savage, my n-ggas they coming thru blasting
y’all making these movies y’all actors, headshot for you f-ggots
i said that my n-ggas is savage, my n-ggas they coming thru blasting
y’all making these movies y’all actors, headshot for you f-ggots
opp hunting in my city get tragic, opp hunting in my city get tragic
7 days 7 nights b-tch, won’t stop till a n-gga get vanished
opp hunting in my city get tragic, opp hunting in my city get tragic
7 days 7 nights b-tch, won’t stop till a n-gga get vanished

[verse]
demons in my head telling me k!ll, ogs they telling me chill
cook up i cook up i stay on the grill, you know imma felon they raising the bell
only 14 for the plain with sh-lls, indicted the bros run down by myself
jeweler my jeweler my diamond my wealth, flex on these n-ggas balmain with the belt they envy my style
said that my head on the plate, so you that i stay with the kk
we don’t discriminate, muhaf-cka’s don’t care if you baby
please get the f-ck out my face, hollow’s dripping through faces
famo is inpatient, i love me blue faces
money coming, shots i’m ducking, these b-tches love me, you feeling loney, i got it on me
so try to run up, fifty with me yeah he pop out the cut
3 up i had the building turnt up
my n-ggas they wilding out, r.i.p ike god d-mn m-th-f-cka bring savage out, what the f-ck he gon’ brag about, stain gang take a chain have a n-gga taking longer routes
money first (?) sh-t sound like a car when it’s broken down (skr skr skr)
i got a folk in my trunk then i spray the pound
rolling off trippy b-tch, said imma gangsta said imma actor n-gga you can suck my f-cking d-ck, 40 make him back up this is the rap up
opp hunting in my city b-tch 7 days 7 nights before the guns n-ggas fight
n-ggas got left wasn’t right, so you know that i keep me a hot pipe
flex, flex, all my n-ggas they flex, all my n-ggas get checks
‘sace be cooking, i call him “the chef”
geeked on his brother, you know that he with me
switching these lanes, es five with the fifty
we on our own, won’t change for the money
try to run up boy you must be a dummy

[outro]
wooooooo
lil b-tch, lil b-tch
“say f-ck my dead mans right now imma punch you in your muhf-ckin’ face right now lil b-tch”

- famo banga lyrics

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