paroles de chanson Huntin - SimxSantana

Just know the come up was real
Do the gas I don't fuck with the pills
Leg scuffed lets jump on the drill
AP yea 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 em chills
So high cant swerve at the wheel
In the trap know I move with the glock
Headshot that maneuver
Go like Seth he be shootin a lot
He don't know what to do with the rock (at all)
Every time know I move from the block
Niggas rattin move with the cops
Keep a stick cuz I move with the gwaup
From the stands if he move he get pop
I got a glock and bro got a glock and we going fishin (we going huntin)
If I throw a shot then he throw a shot then you going missing
Niggas is games and niggas is lames
And y'all niggas bitches(y'all niggas pussy)
And we gotta mop and we gotta mop and we get the spending
I'm on the block tryna double up
Stomach shots that will give that man bubble guts
When I hop on the stage know I fuck it up
Niggas bitching they know they cant fuck with us
Me and bro in the trap tryna run it up
We some stompers you know you cant stomp with us
We some shooters you know you cant 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 2 to his back like he a wall
Pussy ass, I cant get hard
I tell her suck me off
She use her neck her jaw
Strap up I cant 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 doing hot 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 savage
She see I'm the shit with no glasses
We slide down his block with a mactic
We put that boy in a casket
West side where the shit can get tragic
When I hop on the beat know I'm snapping
She know that my pocket aint hurt
Hit different angles no kurt
Rihanna she put in the work
She ride the wave like a surf
We put that boy in the dirt
That's what he get he got earthed
His homie said he got murked
Man the choir be singing in church
I got a glock and bro got a glock
And we going fishing (we going hunting)
If I throw a shot and then he throw a shot then you going missing
Niggas is games and niggas is lames and niggas is bitches
We gotta mop and we gotta mop and we get the spending