H2 (Hunter's Home)
I'm dat nigga and I been knew it
Jus dropped a Xannie
I'm off that fluid
Fuck yo struggle
I dun been through it
I ain't tryna hear it
I'm jus tryna cool it
Roll me a wood and get str8 to it
I get in the booth and get str8 to it
I get to that scale and get str8 to it
I get that pack and I run through it
If I pull that grippy
Then Im gonna use it
Play wit ya life you gon loose it
Did shit here is more than rap
What I'm saying is more than music
Poppin pills I can see the demons
Angels wit me tatted u can see em
Only time I been robbed once
Ima shoot that nigga if I ever see em
Faragomo belt hold a nigga nina
For the Niggaz plotting
And them Niggaz schemin
I'm leave em steaming
Like they Willie beamin
Then flea the scene
Before he start leaking
Real Niggaz cum fuck wit me
Chop it it about buck wit me
Lame Niggaz ion fuck around
If you ain't my type
Igotta move around
My phone clickin
Say they need a pound
Plus they on Otha side town
Give a nigga like 20 mins
Put it on the the clock
Then slide down
Wit a bad bitch and a tre pound
Try to line me up
Ima lay em down
Smooth nigga how I move around
Get the work homie
And I chop it down
If it's whole sale Nigga o well
Get the kick back when it Touchdown
Real nigga since I touched down
Your palms never touched pounds
Your skin never touched rounds
And I'm still here nigga what now
Turn ya wife to a bust down
She a do whatever for the gang now
Real Niggaz pledge allegiance
Captain Savor Niggaz pipe down
The streets gotta a Nigga paranoid
Ride'n round wit my pipe now
If I'm in a car or on a bike now
On the pegs wit a 30 round
Never let em catch me lacking
Wit certain Niggaz it's on site now
But Fuck the opps back to the Money
5s 10s 20s 50s 100s
Keep it coming Nigga
Keep em coming
When fall asleep all I dream is Money
So When I wake up
Umma chase the money
Skinny nigga
ButI can taste the money
Swipe shit at the sacks fifth
Bust the move wit a snow bunny
Bag soft til my tips numb
Then serve a nigga get his nose Runny
I ain't gotta give a Bitch shit
Tell a hoe I ain't got no money
Ride around any side of town
With that pole on me
Drop xan in the sprite
Pills got a hold of me
Bag soft til my tips numb
Then serve a nigga get his nose Runny
I ain't gotta give a Bitch shit
Tell a hoe I ain't got no money
Ride around any side of town
With that pole on me
Drop xan in the sprite
Pills got a hold of me
Jus dropped a Xannie
I'm off that fluid
Fuck yo struggle
I dun been through it
I ain't tryna hear it
I'm jus tryna cool it
Roll me a wood and get str8 to it
I get in the booth and get str8 to it
I get to that scale and get str8 to it
I get that pack and I run through it
If I pull that grippy
Then Im gonna use it
Play wit ya life you gon loose it
Did shit here is more than rap
What I'm saying is more than music
Poppin pills I can see the demons
Angels wit me tatted u can see em
Only time I been robbed once
Ima shoot that nigga if I ever see em
Faragomo belt hold a nigga nina
For the Niggaz plotting
And them Niggaz schemin
I'm leave em steaming
Like they Willie beamin
Then flea the scene
Before he start leaking
Real Niggaz cum fuck wit me
Chop it it about buck wit me
Lame Niggaz ion fuck around
If you ain't my type
Igotta move around
My phone clickin
Say they need a pound
Plus they on Otha side town
Give a nigga like 20 mins
Put it on the the clock
Then slide down
Wit a bad bitch and a tre pound
Try to line me up
Ima lay em down
Smooth nigga how I move around
Get the work homie
And I chop it down
If it's whole sale Nigga o well
Get the kick back when it Touchdown
Real nigga since I touched down
Your palms never touched pounds
Your skin never touched rounds
And I'm still here nigga what now
Turn ya wife to a bust down
She a do whatever for the gang now
Real Niggaz pledge allegiance
Captain Savor Niggaz pipe down
The streets gotta a Nigga paranoid
Ride'n round wit my pipe now
If I'm in a car or on a bike now
On the pegs wit a 30 round
Never let em catch me lacking
Wit certain Niggaz it's on site now
But Fuck the opps back to the Money
5s 10s 20s 50s 100s
Keep it coming Nigga
Keep em coming
When fall asleep all I dream is Money
So When I wake up
Umma chase the money
Skinny nigga
ButI can taste the money
Swipe shit at the sacks fifth
Bust the move wit a snow bunny
Bag soft til my tips numb
Then serve a nigga get his nose Runny
I ain't gotta give a Bitch shit
Tell a hoe I ain't got no money
Ride around any side of town
With that pole on me
Drop xan in the sprite
Pills got a hold of me
Bag soft til my tips numb
Then serve a nigga get his nose Runny
I ain't gotta give a Bitch shit
Tell a hoe I ain't got no money
Ride around any side of town
With that pole on me
Drop xan in the sprite
Pills got a hold of me
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Writer(s): Brenton York
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