text: Hunt em down
  I been on the prowl for a while
  Late night, eyes wide open like an owl
  Full moon you can hear my dogs howl
  Let em all up out the cage and put em back in to the wild
  Dark night brighten when I hit em with a smile
  Y’all be hatin on a youngin but be checkin out my style
  Issa fowl, homie I won’t end up in a trial
  Couple shots up at his head and leave his body in a pile
  Shawty kinda bad so it’s gon be on Jack and Jill
  Quentin Tarantino how a youngin killin bills
  Fuckin up a bag might take a flight out to the hills
  I ain’t chilling with these corny rappers steady poppin pills
  All thrills, no skills
  Lil homie spеnding label money on some nеw grills
  Blood spills, new wills
  I’m a shark in the water with these bussdown gills
  I got money on my mind
  Hunnies on my line
  Playboy bunnies how they hoppin all on mine
  I been on a grind
  Bitches killin time
  Way more hunnids, need a ladder just to climb
   
  To the top
  Whippin round the block block block
  Runnin from the cop cop cops
  Won’t stop
  Sippin on the wock wock wock
  Hit and never flop flop
  Cream of the crop
  Dimes finna flock flock flock
  Bend it over, watch it drop
  It’s a part of the plot
  Goin up on my stock stock stock
  Steady ready just to pop that Glock
   
  Put some diamonds on my wrist
  I got pussy on my dick
  Baby no more frontin, imma show you how it is
  Sammy you been bummin since a youngin lil jit
  Talkin bout them hunnids got em fillin up my crib
  No shit
  When I play I bring a stick
  When you play, you gettin hit
  That’s the way a shooter live
  I be hoopin, never miss
  In the stu I never miss
  Givin Papii that assist
  {fttttt} that’s a bankroll
  I ain’t playin wit you lil stank hoes
  Feel like Soulja boy with that crank tho
  Got em yellin out, Superman hoeee
  Oh, I’m back on my shit
  Keepin a clip in the back of the whip
  Momma that’s it, your son livin lit
  Hop on a stage and we sell out legit
  I ain’t fuckin with these niggas man if it ain’t bout a cheque
  On the court ballin out, Sheck Wes
  Livin large but I’m humble at my best
  Sellin bars hit me up with a text
  Yeah, imma flex, imma flex
  Got a cutie cutie, she the best
  Bussdown mate, I ain’t stressed
  Keep a shooter on me, sayin less
  Hop in the stu take a lesson
  Hustle gon keep yo boy flexin
  Workin for shit I ain’t mention
  Don’t try to mix my intentions
   
  To the top
  Whippin round the block block block
  Runnin from the cop cop cops
  Won’t stop
  Sippin on the wock wock wock
  Hit and never flop flop
  Cream of the crop
  Dimes finna flock flock flock
  Bend it over, watch it drop
  It’s a part of the plot
  Goin up on my stock stock stock
  Steady ready just to pop that Glock
  To the top
  Whippin round the block block block
  Runnin from the cop cop cops
  Won’t stop
  Sippin on the wock wock wock
  Hit and never flop flop
  Cream of the crop
  Dimes finna flock flock flock
  Bend it over, watch it drop
  It’s a part of the plot
  Goin up on my stock stock stock
  Steady ready just to pop that Glock