Hunter (feat. Brill 4 The Thrill)

Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup I don't want to f*ck just want the chicken tag yo runner up She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh Posted in the v booking flights getting to the dough Really need this hoe to hurry up bitch we got to go She just booked a trick for his rollie and a couple grand Stacking money staying out the way I don't do the friends Never catch me sipping on lean got to stay alert might pop A perky or a bean hit it till she hurt Glock seventeen wit a Beam the laser really work dome shot or make sure he cant Walk shit what ever works its a reason people call me saint Silent assassin show me what you doing present day f*ck that Use to have shit disrespect all my niggas trooping learn from The best fly nigga out the east side sliding through the west Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup I don't want to f*ck just want the chicken tag yo runner up She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh Sip lean double cup codeine no ice in it every time my Money leave I always meet back right wit it we'll re rock Them we run the play back quick if you do the right business I'm in a all blacked out Audi wit a lil bad bitch on my side In it let me know what you working wit I might f*ck wit it If its gravy me and brody in a Mercedes got four pockets full Of lil baby they like how you do it I got a bitch that ain't Three oh four but she pay me I be in her guts tryna kill her shit But she ain't yelling out save me I be in the kitchen wrapping Like its a lab in it boy let yo bitch leave the house you know She mad in it I got a lot up in my stash cuz I don't never grab In it get wit it don't nobody care about the old run that you had wit it Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup I don't want to f*ck just want the chicken tag yo runner up She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh