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simxsantana - huntin' lyrics

just know that the come up was real
do the gas, i don’t f+ck with the pills
leg scuffed, let’s jump on the drill
ap yeah, i got some to k!ll
no cleats when i jump in the field
face shot that’ll f+ck 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
n++++s rattin’, i move with the cops
keep a stick ’cause i move with the gap
simon says if he move he get popped

[chorus]
i got a glock and bro got a glock
and we goin’ fishing’ (we goin’ huntin’)
if i throw a shot and then he throw a shot
then you goin’ missin’
n++++s is games and n++++s is lame
and y’all n++++s b+tches (y’all n++++s p+ssy)
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 f+ck it up
n++++s b+tchin’, they know they can’t f+ck 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 d+ck, my b+lls
i hit then dish her off
give him two to his back like he wall
p+ssy 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 tools
we turn ya dawg to a ghost
they know that i do the most
keep a gun on my hip, f+ck a holster
i give the b+tch 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 f+ck with a savage
she see i’m the sh+t with no glasses
we can slide down his block with a ‘matic
we put that boy in a casket
westside where the sh+t can get tragic
when i hop on the beat know i’m snappin’
she know that my pockets ain’t hurt
hit different angles, 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

- simxsantana lyrics

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