Beat Hunting (feat. Saint Jesse)

Damn son
Where do you find this
Ha ha ha
Still onna grittle
Cookin beats like hashbrowns
Its a pain to wear chains
Gettin tired of pat downs
Man in the middle
Still pushin out fat pounds
Aint No backing down
When the Boys are back in town
Sippin green tea
Steez like easy e
White socks white tees
Sight unseen
Bestie ive been
Cruisn for a brusin
Booze cruise flow
Put me on the news
I put onna show
Oh no no no
I can fuck with a hoe
I cant fuck with a fake
If I got money
And she got ass
Then when we together
Call it cheesecake
Oh for goodness sake
Say Fuck a stove
I gotta hot plate
Got hate for sayin
Im best in the state
Best in the east at least
Beast coast flow
Southern roast
Aw shit I gotta go ayden
I need some air
I look like I gotta ghost
Going blitzing
Going
Like beat hunting
Rhyn
Rhythm
Like Rhythm hunting
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not opp hunting
Yea
You see
You see you bro
You don't need to
Get down
We just friendly bro
I just stay in my head
I stay, in my in my
Own mind, like
But I'm but I'm
Friendly to make friends
I'm still working on making
Friends, yea yea
It's okay
Yea
I just look for the best way
Pathing it out
I just next man
In my next wave
That I make great
How do I stop them
I don't even know who I'm
Talking about
I'm just doing what I need
To and spout
And just talking
Not not loud
Keep it quiet
Up in distances
Where we dripping
I don't know man
But I am listening
And I keep it flowing
So we lit it in
Yea
Going blitzing
Going
Like beat hunting
Rhyn
Rhythm
Like Rhythm hunting
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not opp hunting
Yea
You see
You see you bro
You don't need to
Get down
We just friendly bro
I just stay in my head
I stay, in my in my
Own mind, like



Credits
Writer(s): Ayden Bradley, Jesse Wilson
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