Hunnids n Killas
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
I know nothing about no killas, I know nothing about that oxy
Leave the function with your bitch and something like 3 other bodies
He got anger problems, think he caught another body
I just put the Forgiatos on the jeep like I'm Roddy
223.'s and the 9's ya'll know non of that
Supercharges in the whip and the logo got that wildcat
Bitch I pulled up on her brother late night, got my get back
Swerving hungry around that block got the mac it ain't the Kraft
Thias go crazy something like that the beat ain't missing
We be moving work while these bitches reminiscing
Hope you know the deal ain't no sneak dissing
Different bitch not for the day but for the season
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
Hunnids and killas
We got chopps on chopps
We got Glocks on Glocks
We spin blocks on blocks
I was riding with that fire I got opps on opps
Think its sweet it's not
We go shot for shot, ugh
Damn, this that rundown
Run up you get gunned down
Lil dude my son now
I was moving weight up on that corner till the sundown
I was throwing hunnids in that club until they shutdown
When and got a bag up on him
It just touched down
I was riding with some killas no putting guns down
Leave him leaking in the gutter like what happened?
Hunnids and killas, write the checks, and choppas clapping
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
I know nothing about no killas, I know nothing about that oxy
Leave the function with your bitch and something like 3 other bodies
He got anger problems, think he caught another body
I just put the Forgiatos on the jeep like I'm Roddy
223.'s and the 9's ya'll know non of that
Supercharges in the whip and the logo got that wildcat
Bitch I pulled up on her brother late night, got my get back
Swerving hungry around that block got the mac it ain't the Kraft
Thias go crazy something like that the beat ain't missing
We be moving work while these bitches reminiscing
Hope you know the deal ain't no sneak dissing
Different bitch not for the day but for the season
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
Hunnids and killas
We got chopps on chopps
We got Glocks on Glocks
We spin blocks on blocks
I was riding with that fire I got opps on opps
Think its sweet it's not
We go shot for shot, ugh
Damn, this that rundown
Run up you get gunned down
Lil dude my son now
I was moving weight up on that corner till the sundown
I was throwing hunnids in that club until they shutdown
When and got a bag up on him
It just touched down
I was riding with some killas no putting guns down
Leave him leaking in the gutter like what happened?
Hunnids and killas, write the checks, and choppas clapping
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing bout no murders
All these hunnids blue stuffed up in my jeans this shit stupid
4 arrows on the back like I'm cupid
Leave him bleeding red on the floor like he Clifford
Hunnids and killas I know nothing about no murders
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Writer(s): Matthias Palmon
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