
Hunit Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Shout out my brother 400
Got 400 pistols
And 400 tommies
I Made 40000
that 400 hundreds
Just popped like 4 pillies got me on 100
Wilson suppressor on tip of the drummie
Shots out the 50 turn grizzlies to gummies
400 told me don't play bout the money
I shoot it I shoot it my nigga who run it
They ain't fucking with me in my Millie voice
With or against me just make a choice
I get her wet when she see the boy
Fuck niggas barley can get her moist
Hundo the shit that u taught me is working
I make her love me and ain't buy her Burkins
My bitch a gangster and she don't where purses
Unless she feel like it may be a disturbance
The gun in that mf
Throw up the one on that mf
Who want that smoke with a untucker
U a cough up a lung in this mf
Had to pay homage cause without my brother
I really dk where the fuck i would be
Probably in jail heaven or hell
When I get there who the fuck ima see
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Zzzzz
don't be sleepin on me
40 with extensions on me
187 on 3
Or with 2 30s nigga
These shots right here take down two burly niggas
Talk that tuff shit u know u scurry nigga
He like what then I up it like u heard me nigga
Brains on the dash board
Ya life ain't a gamble it's a crash course
Gone think shit sweet til we as force
2 points alley oop off the backboard
And 1
We give a demon a halo heaven
Them shells don't drop when u bring out the 7
Rollin sixty pull up and blew at em
Keep 100 this ain't yo profession
Broski done told me u niggas is weird
Worried bout Bo go and find a career
U nigga stuck in lights like a deer
Stunting for likes Man U niggas is queer