Man Hunt ft. xoStickz Lyrics

(Jeff you finna kill this one)

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Man hunt, creep through night and we spot em and get on his ah like a hunter

Pick any day of the week and I'll put that shit on I got hella designer

She wanna have my baby, can't even fuck cuz I don't got a rubber

Yeah I started from nun, I'm really the shit man I feel like a plumber

I'm in love with the money, let's make us some money and run up the numbers

If you fuck with my niggas, they coming to get you don't fuck with my brothers

I'm finna ball on these niggas, remember them days when I felt like a sucker

Cross the line, out ya mind

That nigga switch up ima cut em

Everyday I'm going hard for the team, when I blow up they know that I'm bringing them

She told me she wanna come over fuck, that ho she a thot I ain't keeping her

They be obsessed with me, soon as I drop me a song, they be already singing them

From Bentley, to Lamborghini, to a Phantom, the whip going fast when I'm steering them

I ain't the nigga that you need to sleep on

Niggas gone hate I give zero

We on they head, wack em like Deebo

They throwing shots like a free throw

I'm going deep like I'm playing with Tebow

I'm bout to snap like a frito

I'm deep in her ocean feeling like Nemo

I'm going dumb like a cheat code

We on a man hunt (Yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (We on a man hunt)

(Yeah, wait, we on a man hunt)

(Yeah we on a, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

This a man hunt

We rock foreign they can't pronounce can't understand us

Spin they block like rubix, they act clueless, they getting tanned up

Lil baby better stand up (Yeah)

Drip on seven seas

Getting check to check, not living by it, paying seven fees

I'm married to the game, balling like Bill Russell gave em seven rings

Yeah, but I'm keeping four

Take it to my grave but I'm a legend so I can't go low

We goin smoke em out

If you had time to talk to God, then all yo opps is choking now

You bitching bout who run the gang, but ain't no time to vote it now

(Yeah)

Martel the gang, we going up, they tryna give us R.I.C.O (Yeah)

Knock down yo door, you couldn't see me, he ain't got no peephole (Okay)

I spin the block with v-eight engines, got a Bruce Wayne ego (Yeah)

I popped a perc, I couldn't remember, I think I'm finding Nemo

We on a man hunt (Yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

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We on a man hunt (Yeah yeah)

We on a man hunt (Yeah)