paroles de chanson On the Hunt - Big Keyys

Hit his block
Slide with chops
He think he sick bout to catch all these shots
He go run
But he go drop
I'm on his heels like so fuckin flip flops
Got them poles on us
He then froze on us
Open Em up like he got butterfly doors on Em
You bet not fold on us
Don't go bold on us
Ask what happened to the last Niggas that told on us
Slide again
Hit his man's
If I don't see Em then I'm hitting next to kin
I got a problem
I love to sin
Can't go to sleep without getting my revenge
Take his bitch
Make her cut Em off
I'm at the movies with his bitch I got his son involved
She doing flips on my dick she must know somersault's
And she wet as hell she came from a water fall
Slide with poles
Wipe his nose
I'm spraying any nigga that then told
Boy revolver on me
It's in my clothes
Nose on this bitch look like Pinocchio
Bitch ima demon
My Niggas Heathens
But be careful don't be doing all that reaching
Watch yo mouth boy don't do no hard breathing
The way you move can really have you leaking
We on ALLAT
We don't stall that
I'll let this choppa ring it ain't go call back
I'll snatch you out yo whip can't get yo car back
I been running up the score now what you call that