Hunting Season Lyrics

On the real

I got the city jumping

When I popped out

I was baked like an oven

Who the hell said

I don't be in public

Was on haze block

Posted with my youngin

Bro bought a glock

And attach the button

Turn yourself to noodles

Just cause you lunching

We gone get the bread

We gone run it run it

Shot it til he dead

Leave him david ruffin

Shoot it til he dead

Ain't no coming back

Should've never sneak dissed

Flying out Cali

Taking all these trips

I just hope you keep quiet

Before we let it rip

Before we let it rip

I got shit on my mind

Don't do the crime

If you can't do the time

Then your homie died

You better stay alive

You gone meet your maker

You better pray to god

Niggas better pray

Get the hell out my face

I'm winning in the race

I'll see you face to face

Had to really get in shape

Im in a better place

Claim that he shoot

But can't hit his face

He can't hit his face

On the real

I got the city jumping

When I popped out

I was baked like an oven

Who the hell said

I don't be in public

Was on haze block

Posted with my youngin

Bro bought a glock

And attach the button

Turn yourself to noodles

Just cause you lunching

We gone get the bread

We gone run it run it

Shot it til he dead

Leave him david ruffin

Thats enough said

We don't talk too much

We about the bread

Seen niggas turn fed

Just to get ahead

Niggas straight pussy

We gone treat him like a bitch

We gone treat him like a bitch

Changed for the better

Real ones stick together

Up the glock

You better not let up

Up the glock

Make sure he is wet up

Your life

You better cherish

You better cherish it

Gang shit we don't play

Fuck what you say

Can't say it to my face

Mask on ain't no trace

Got me on that type time

Bullets hit ya face

Should've stayed in ya place

Should've stayed in ya place

On the real

I got the city jumping

When I popped out

I was baked like an oven

Who the hell said

I don't be in public

Was on haze block

Posted with my youngin

Bro bought a glock

And attach the button

Turn yourself to noodles

Just cause you lunching

We gone get the bread

We gone run it run it

Shot it til he dead

Leave him david ruffin

That nigga is a sprinter

They gone kill that nigga