Huntin

Just know that the come up was real

Do the gas I don't fuck with the pills

Leg scuffed, let's jump on the drill

AP yeah, I got some to kill

No cleats when I jumped in the field

Face shot that'll fuck up his grill

When I hop on the track, give him chills

So high, can't swerve at the wheel

In the trap, know I move with the Glock

Headshot, that maneuver is hot

Go like Seth, he be shootin' a lot

He don't know what to do with the rock (At all)

Like my tempo, I move from the block

**** rattin', I move with the cops

Keep a stick 'cause I move with the guap

Simon says, "If he move he get pop"

I got a Glock and bro got a Glock

And we goin' fishin' (We goin' huntin')

If I throw a shot and then he throw a shot

Then you goin' missin'

**** is games and **** is lames

And y'all **** bitches (Y'all **** pussy)

And we gotta mop then we gotta mop

And we get the spinnin'

I'm on the block tryna double up

Stomach shot that will give that man bubble guts

When I hop on the stage, know I fuck it up

**** bitchin', they know they can't fuck with us

Me and bro in the trap tryna run it up

We some stompers, you know you can't stomp with us

We some shotters, you know you can't run with us

When we hit the block bet they run from us

I got the drip, the sauce

She on my dick, my balls

I hit then dish her off

Give him two to his back like he wall

Pussy ass, I can't get hard

I tell her suck me off

She use her neck and jaw

Strap up, I can't go raw

She know that I'm the GOAT

I let her ride the boat

I like to ride with tots

We turn ya dawg to a ghost

They know that I do the most

Keep a gun on my hip, fuck a holster

I give the bitch the cold shoulder

Bro doin' hits in the Rover

I spent a rack on a jacket

Tryna keep up, you know you don't have it

Good girl tryna fuck with a savage

She see I'm the shit with no glasses

We can slide down his block with a 'mactic

We put that boy in a casket

Westside where the shit can get tragic

When I hop on the beat know I'm snappin'

She know that my pockets ain't hurt

Hit different angels, no Kurt

Rihanna, she put in the work

She ride the wave like she surf

We put that boy in the dirt

That's what he get, he got earthed

His homie will say he got murked

And the choir be singin' in church

I got a Glock and bro got a Glock

And we goin' fishin' (We goin' huntin')

If I throw a shot and then he throw a shot

Then you goin' missin'

**** is games and **** is lames

And y'all **** bitches (Y'all **** pussy)

And we gotta mop then we gotta mop

And we get the spinnin' (We get a)