Hunterz 2 Active 2
You dumb if you try and get smart with me nigga
You best say excuse me or pardon me nigga
I'm MT4L, it's a part of me nigga
We gon hang out the whip like apostrophes nigga
I'm keeping a key and a lock with me nigga
My pull up game strong, you ain't blocking me nigga
She blocked me on Instagram
She thinks she done with my ass but I hit her ass back up on Twitter
We got away with some federal cases
We was the ones crossing borders in sprinters
Line they ass up, ain't no blanks in my pistol so you better sprint off the block lil nigga
And niggas keep thinking shit sweet, put a tag on his toe
Put them holes in his crocs lil nigga
And I'm trying spin but they told me to play that shit safe like a boat on a dock lil nigga
Tryn spin like a boondock, think you a goon, nigga you not
Staying on point like a shortstop
Nigga can't buss cause he can't get his stick up
O.T. just folded now he need a pick-up
Bitch don't call for no pickups, I ain't going to pick up, bitch ass nigga I been up
They call my phone like I'm Door Dash
Watch how I dash for the gas, it's a 10-minute pickup
These niggas bluffing and shit
Me and my drum like a rocket and ship
Throw her a party, I'm rocking her ship
I'm tight in the party, I'm clutching my stick
And bro know it's on me, he watching my six
Cuz know wassup, he be watching for vics
I told him let it pop off, and I'm upping the stick
I got gas in demand and I'm upping for zips
I'm upping the price and I'm upping the score
Mask on my face bitch, get on the floor
Imma send them a shot wake up 'em in a morgue
I be giving them shit that's gon rip through they pores
They're going to try to get out but we're breaking they door
Baby Ri, you know she got them choppas galore
And she said she a good girl but shawty still bringing that chop in the store
That shit going to rip thru your door
I don't got time for the bullshit, I ran out of stock
He got hit running back, yea he ran out of luck
I ain't messing with 12, I ain't fucking with Luck
And you playing with glue, so it's up and it's stuck
Junkies keep coming back for the crack like a duck
And most of these niggas be capping, them niggas ain't serving no Runtz
And I said my Hunterz 2 Active
If you trying to find them bitch, they on your block
Bitch
You best say excuse me or pardon me nigga
I'm MT4L, it's a part of me nigga
We gon hang out the whip like apostrophes nigga
I'm keeping a key and a lock with me nigga
My pull up game strong, you ain't blocking me nigga
She blocked me on Instagram
She thinks she done with my ass but I hit her ass back up on Twitter
We got away with some federal cases
We was the ones crossing borders in sprinters
Line they ass up, ain't no blanks in my pistol so you better sprint off the block lil nigga
And niggas keep thinking shit sweet, put a tag on his toe
Put them holes in his crocs lil nigga
And I'm trying spin but they told me to play that shit safe like a boat on a dock lil nigga
Tryn spin like a boondock, think you a goon, nigga you not
Staying on point like a shortstop
Nigga can't buss cause he can't get his stick up
O.T. just folded now he need a pick-up
Bitch don't call for no pickups, I ain't going to pick up, bitch ass nigga I been up
They call my phone like I'm Door Dash
Watch how I dash for the gas, it's a 10-minute pickup
These niggas bluffing and shit
Me and my drum like a rocket and ship
Throw her a party, I'm rocking her ship
I'm tight in the party, I'm clutching my stick
And bro know it's on me, he watching my six
Cuz know wassup, he be watching for vics
I told him let it pop off, and I'm upping the stick
I got gas in demand and I'm upping for zips
I'm upping the price and I'm upping the score
Mask on my face bitch, get on the floor
Imma send them a shot wake up 'em in a morgue
I be giving them shit that's gon rip through they pores
They're going to try to get out but we're breaking they door
Baby Ri, you know she got them choppas galore
And she said she a good girl but shawty still bringing that chop in the store
That shit going to rip thru your door
I don't got time for the bullshit, I ran out of stock
He got hit running back, yea he ran out of luck
I ain't messing with 12, I ain't fucking with Luck
And you playing with glue, so it's up and it's stuck
Junkies keep coming back for the crack like a duck
And most of these niggas be capping, them niggas ain't serving no Runtz
And I said my Hunterz 2 Active
If you trying to find them bitch, they on your block
Bitch
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Writer(s): Lul Ri
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