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Hunter Farrar

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I'm on the top of this earth
I keep a 30 no perc, 30 no perc
I am so high, never gonna return never gonna return
Talk shit we making you burn
Making you burn
Making you burn
Pussy boy think he's tough, you gonna learn you gonna learn
When we shoot at you, we gonna leave you with a curse
Getting all these checks on the first, second, and third
We gonna make you quiet down, if you say a word
Sippin on this lean, until my words are fucking slurred
I'm making these bands, i'm making these bills
I'm fucking around, i'm making a mill
I'm thinking of you after every pill
All that I dream about is a (house up in the hills)
Popping all these percs and (I pop those for the thrill)
You is all talk, i'm walking the walk
You need to prove it if you want a spot
I'm dropping this shit, because it is hot
I feel like i'm Snoop, I'm smoking that pot
We see you in public and we taking shots
We walk to the bar, and we taking shots
I'm getting the money, i'm getting the cash
I'm smacking my bitch, yeah right on the ass
I'm speaking the truth, i'm speaking the facts
That boy is all talk, that boy is all cap
You talking real tough, well where is it at?
Me and my gang in the back with the pass
Bitch, it's you and me
Bitch, it's VIP
Without drugs I cannot see
Shoot him with that 223
Hide the key
Ain't no peace
Hit you with this heat
Making bread, no wheat
A new mill a week
You is weak
Go and watch your feet
These old clothes i cannot keep
Cannot stand it, take a seat
It's just me and Hunter with the expensive clothes
We smoking that shit that nobody knows
I'm on the top of this earth
I keep a 30 no perc, 30 no perc
I am so high, never gonna return never gonna return
Talk shit we making you burn
Making you burn
Making you burn
Pussy boy think he's tough, you gonna learn you gonna learn
When we shoot at you, we gonna leave you with a curse
Getting all these checks on the first, second, and third
We gonna make you quiet down, if you say a word
Sippin on this lean, until my words are fucking slurred
Cashing these checks
Ice on my neck
I get your bitch wet
I'm getting the millis
I'm getting the hundreds
I'm stacking to the deck
But, i'm gonna need more
I'm pouring up fours
And I do not f*ck with whores
I'm fucking your bitch
And i'm giving her dick
And i'm making her beg for more
Driving around town in a fucking bentley truck
No, i'm never gonna trust a bitch that I f*ck
Sippin on this wok and i'm pouring up
I'm sippin this shit right from my double cup
Right from my double cup
Baby said she's in love with me
So give me some fucking love
Haven't had real love in a minute, it really shows
Spend a hundred racks on my baby for some clothes
Me and Ian walk in this bitch, and we really froze
I'm on the top of this earth
I keep a 30 no perc, 30 no perc
I am so high, never gonna return never gonna return
Talk shit we making you burn
Making you burn
Making you burn
Pussy boy think he's tough, you gonna learn you gonna learn
When we shoot at you, we gonna leave you with a curse
Getting all these checks on the first, second, and third
We gonna make you quiet down, if you say a word
Sippin on this lean, until my words are fucking slurred

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