Hunting Season (feat. Xihnc)

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FTD Purpp

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(Kim J ballin' on these hoes huh)
I get the bag and I flip it like Migos
Won't catch me serving no kilos
Shout out my brother for real only he know
Ranned off on the bag like I'm DeeBo
Blast off with a lethal aggression
If she doesn't text me I'm blowing her up
I remember sliding with my ex big cousin
And knowing he throwing it up
All black fit, match all the all black vans
Called the lil boy Thomas cause he thought he can
When the pack came in boy I did my dance
How I win cause I mind my business
Best friend bae so I don't need friendships
Picking up racks like it's planet fitness
Do my dash, getting fucked by the ticket
All these bands can't fit in my britches, ahh
Wearing all black in the night when I slide
Ain't no need me for me to hide
Gun for me, you can try I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive
Yeah she want my love, want my love
Don't know why but I can see inside her eyes
I can see right through yo soul, trust I done did it before
What I want I get I'm narcissistic
That paints the picture not artistic
They hate when I get in my bullshit, cause my full clip is never empty
Yeah I saw the prey but thought I dreamed it
Ready aim, where's the semi
You want my love you gotta get it
Buckle up it's hunting season
Ahh, Salute me or shoot me ayy
Type of nigga take yo bitch to the movies
Scarface nigga, need a house a jacuzzi
Shooting nigga just like it call of duty
Cooling with yo bitch I call it a smoothie
Don't gotta tell me bitch, I know that I'm groovie
Keep on tweeting, but that boy he a goofy
Nigga try me and I bet it get gloomy
All black on my body
Watch me walk in with a dime piece
Fine thing
I just might fly her out
Oh we ain't Skyping
7 seas floating on em
My wave study rising
And this ain't street fighter we ain't fighting
Catch me with that lightning, oh
I get the bag and I flip it like Migos
Won't catch me serving no kilos
Shout out my brother for real only he know
Ranned off on the bag like I'm DeeBo
Blast off with a lethal aggression
If she doesn't text me I'm blowing her up
I remember sliding with my ex big cousin
And knowing he throwing it up
All black fit, match all the all black vans
Called the lil boy Thomas cause he thought he can
When the pack came in boy I did my dance
How I win cause I mind my business
Best friend bae so I don't need friendships
Picking up racks like it's planet fitness
Do my dash, getting fucked by the ticket
All these bands can't fit in my britches, ahh

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