Hunters ft. E dot Lyrics

We not doing that, we not doing that, we not doing that

I'm up in court and I'm looking for the topics,

he said he touching who, boy you better fucking stop it

Talking on the gang, we gon hit you in yo mata, she do what I tell her yeah she say imma father

All in her bed, yeah she said she a foster, screaming out his name, Jesus Christ

Not gon help ya take out the clip, unload the hollows

Hittin life for potholes, we in that getaway ripping up the cops tho

Why you dissing on me when you said that you not though

Playin that shit cause that bitch is a bop hoe, somebody

Bring a mop hoe, the bitch just touch my glock yo thought it was my cock yo

Every time you know me, I just be fucking around, till the bitch bend over

She be touching the ground

Bitches look at me, I want to see yo ass smile,

Now I ain't got a cap and gown but I'll take your ass down,

Yeah, I'll take your ass down, I'll take your ass down

Right down to the food mart, where we at to get some fucking food before I beat your ass

Go get some food, and better go up your loot

Brand new tonka, I went 5% tinted my roof

All black fit, I went 5% tinted my boots,

Feet on ground that's why, you cannot take down these roots

All black hunters, all through summer, know what I want,

Then why the fuck would I pull up on you looking for numbers

Fuck a number, put her under yeah

Choppa with cutter it go through like butter I AP my left and skully my other

woah, yeah we selling low

Want some what we pour

Make her touch your toes toes

Can't deal with these hoes, can't deal with these hoes,

She pull up in them Nike pros, she going down the slope,

Pussy, let me drive the boat

Imma a motherfucking dock it

walk it like I motherfucking talk it, bitch

I keep my heart right in the locket

Yee she a sinner ye she a sinner ye she be sinning

Sinnin for a bastard, in my two tone I go faster,

praying watch my Sins, now she looking for a pastor,

yeah, yeah, looking for a pastor, woah looking for a pastor

Stay blessed, send that voodoo to the caster,

Lil Glock Ruger bitch I am the master bitch I woah

Yeah, I'm the master, Lil Glock Ruger, bitch I am the motherfucking master, bitch, yeah

I'm the master Lil Glock Ruger bitch im the motherfucking master, bitch I

Oh yeah All black hunters all through summer

Running round with fye loaded in our fucking holster

All black hunters all through summer

Running round with fye got us acting a lil bolder