Huntin’ Wabbitz

Shh

Be very, very quiet

I'm huntin' wabbits

Goddamn (Uh)

Fuck runnin' in place, I'd never do that

My destination is runnin' the map

I'll run in your trap like, "Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt"

Nigga, run or get clapped

I ain't cool with these dudes, I don't fuck with these dudes

I don't wanna show love, I don't wanna give dap

I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits

Make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps

Me and your squad is mismatch

Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path

And you know the bitch bad if I brought the bitch back

Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft

Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass

They like, "Okay, I see you," bitch, how could you not?

I drove to CVS, copped a Plan B and I watched as she swallowed

Bitch, I kid you not

Can't take no risk in this game, my money grew

But my ambition's the same

Talk to me proper, you lookin' like Q at the locker

I pop up how Bishop had came

What's up? Niggas gon' put some respect on my name

One way or another

I work the whole winter to take over summer

They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered

Don't hop on it now, nigga, stay over yonder

I'm on Rodeo, I'm bummy

I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'

I promise I don't feel a day over twenty

They hatin' from some far away and it's funny

I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, click

Shit, now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday

He keeps killing us, father

He keeps taking and taking

I want to

Pop in a new one and let off again

Always knew we was gon' get our revenge

Aim at whoever ain't dead, I will win

You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap shit

That I'd just forget all the sins?

Oh, how you wish

He dope as a hundred and ten-hour binge

Everybody say that they start at the bottom

I don't care to doubt 'em, but this how it ends, nigga

Look at you, son

Look at what you've become

This how it ends

Never see no one get this high again

Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin

Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in

I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

(That's just how I swim)

This how it ends

Never see no one get this high again

Globetrotter shit, bitch, that's just how I spin

Word to my palm, bitch, I'm too locked in

I hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry for what I've done