Hunt You Down
Yeah
Yeah
Heard he holding on that weight
Kick his door, lay him down
Came around move tough as hell, we had to move his ass around
Catch a beat, shoot out of town
Micro Drac', make him get down
(And if you mention Scoom)
It's-it's a scary site (we hunt you down)
And I'm in T with different flavors
I can switch or Drac' you down
Fuck the internet
It's all about what's in yo' bank account
I just scored a load, it's fresh as hell, got all different amounts
Ain't got no time to blick out no V
Bitch, we bounce out and chase you down
(I just scored a load, it's fresh as hell, got all different amounts)
Ain't got no time to blick out no V'
Bitch, we bounce out and chase you down
I fell in love wit' pipes
And if you ain't got no gen' five can't come around
I fell in love with dice
And I forget I'm shooting my hundred, bitch, get down
And it's some niggas that ain't never sell
Claim they opps, niggas clowns
Steady sayin' what you finna do
Me and mines come unannounced
Goin' hard, no time to play
This a Drac', this ain't no K
Pockets stuffed, and I'm drenched in Chrome Heart and RTA
They say, "Teeski he's a bitch, he all that, it's all okay"
One thing I know
If a nigga play, I'll shoot him in his face
For the Charger, I come straight
Scoom gang, what I bang
I must admit
I done did some strange things for some change
I got Wocky for my drank, I pop Percs until I faint
They been trying they hardest to jus' be like Slick
But no they can't
They say, "Soon as they seen this Glock do this and that," boy, no you ain't
A lot of niggas ain't build like that
I did a year in that chain gang
Brand new Glock'll bust his brain
Drench the opps, we make it rain
And the shit I said to one of the line, I'm pourin' drank just like Lil Wayne
Boy, you a jumper Spirit flyer
I fly first-class on any plane
Steady droppin' on these niggas
I'm just a beast you can't tame
Always pop outside wit' button
When I squeeze don't need no aim
Tryna catch a 4CH and
Knock his shit right out the frame
(Little-ass boy)
When I sign, I'm buyin' chains for my whole gang
And I can't wait to bust my teeth
I'm going straight to Johnny Dang
Boy don't make us come look for you
We'll hunt you down, it's all the same
Yeah
Heard he holding on that weight
Kick his door, lay him down
Came around move tough as hell, we had to move his ass around
Catch a beat, shoot out of town
Micro Drac', make him get down
(And if you mention Scoom)
It's-it's a scary site (we hunt you down)
And I'm in T with different flavors
I can switch or Drac' you down
Fuck the internet
It's all about what's in yo' bank account
I just scored a load, it's fresh as hell, got all different amounts
Ain't got no time to blick out no V
Bitch, we bounce out and chase you down
(I just scored a load, it's fresh as hell, got all different amounts)
Ain't got no time to blick out no V'
Bitch, we bounce out and chase you down
I fell in love wit' pipes
And if you ain't got no gen' five can't come around
I fell in love with dice
And I forget I'm shooting my hundred, bitch, get down
And it's some niggas that ain't never sell
Claim they opps, niggas clowns
Steady sayin' what you finna do
Me and mines come unannounced
Goin' hard, no time to play
This a Drac', this ain't no K
Pockets stuffed, and I'm drenched in Chrome Heart and RTA
They say, "Teeski he's a bitch, he all that, it's all okay"
One thing I know
If a nigga play, I'll shoot him in his face
For the Charger, I come straight
Scoom gang, what I bang
I must admit
I done did some strange things for some change
I got Wocky for my drank, I pop Percs until I faint
They been trying they hardest to jus' be like Slick
But no they can't
They say, "Soon as they seen this Glock do this and that," boy, no you ain't
A lot of niggas ain't build like that
I did a year in that chain gang
Brand new Glock'll bust his brain
Drench the opps, we make it rain
And the shit I said to one of the line, I'm pourin' drank just like Lil Wayne
Boy, you a jumper Spirit flyer
I fly first-class on any plane
Steady droppin' on these niggas
I'm just a beast you can't tame
Always pop outside wit' button
When I squeeze don't need no aim
Tryna catch a 4CH and
Knock his shit right out the frame
(Little-ass boy)
When I sign, I'm buyin' chains for my whole gang
And I can't wait to bust my teeth
I'm going straight to Johnny Dang
Boy don't make us come look for you
We'll hunt you down, it's all the same
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Writer(s): Terrance Banks
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