On The Hunt Lyrics

Hit his block

Slide with chops

He think he sick bout to catch all these shots

He go run

But he go drop

I'm on his heels like so fuckin flip flops

Got them poles on us

He then froze on us

Open Em up like he got butterfly doors on Em

You bet not fold on us

Don't go bold on us

Ask what happened to the last Niggas that told on us

Slide again

Hit his man's

If I don't see Em then I'm hitting next to kin

I got a problem

I love to sin

Can't go to sleep without getting my revenge

Take his bitch

Make her cut Em off

I'm at the movies with his bitch I got his son involved

She doing flips on my dick she must know somersault's

And she wet as hell she came from a water fall

Slide with poles

Wipe his nose

I'm spraying any nigga that then told

Boy revolver on me

It's in my clothes

Nose on this bitch look like Pinocchio

Bitch ima demon

My Niggas Heathens

But be careful don't be doing all that reaching

Watch yo mouth boy don't do no hard breathing

The way you move can really have you leaking

We on ALLAT

We don't stall that

I'll let this choppa ring it ain't go call back

I'll snatch you out yo whip can't get yo car back

I been running up the score now what you call that