Hunting Season Lyrics

I'm getting really sick of you all

See the pain in my eyes

You see that

And they going to remember me for one thing

They be like

Man this mother fucker likes to rap

Facts

I was riding

I was looking for a body

Up in Cali

Left the body in an alley

Got your address from your baby mami

Then I hand her Xanax

Drop her panties

Yeah, I started laughing

Your bitch looking fat and nasty

I don't give a fuck

Yeah, you can even ask me

I don't give a fuck

You got beef, I get to snacking

Yum yum

You a dumb dumb

You get the Nine I won one

Forest Gump, going a dumb run

Cruising on that sticky

On her booty leave a hickey

I abuse them, but they pick me

Your bitch hit more than the Griddy

Walk up in the club

Don't look at me the wrong way

You can get the red dot

Forehead

Bombay

Omg

I am not P.C.

Bitch I grew up with B.G. on my C.D.

That's why I'm a hot boy

I will never stop, boy

You sell weed, I'm whipping

Talking different pot, boy

Yeah, you better step your game up

In the game hungry

Yeah, I fixing to get my name up

Better wake up

All my bitches asses caked up

All your bitches faces caked up

I can't help but get my pay up

Cut-throat if I take a pay cut

From the West

But I don't know if that's my sound

From Corona

We kings City of the Crown

Make sure to hit me

Before you hit the town

Subs in the trunk

Like we rolling loud

Say something

I wish a mother fucker would

You get killed in a battle

Get that understood

I'm fucking Mother Nature

She say, it's so good

She let me put ops bodies in the woods

Yeah

I get it in and get it often

She can swallow all my orphans

When she wake up she can barf them

She be wetter than a dolphin

She be slipping when I'm talking

I'm flyer than a martian

I'm sick and balling

Magic Johnson

My fist is balling

I Randy Moss them

Eight Four's went and shot them

Leave dead

They been known to fall in Autumn

I came from under bottom

Acting like I am not with the business

You can take the fame and the women

I will take the bank to my children

Hand in my face I still am not missing

Got a diamond rock

Climbing to the top

Riding down your block

Trying to find the ops

Mainstream

I like the Pop

You can get your wife swapped

Cash App me now or she body parts

Game over

Now you going back to start

Big

It's my mother fucking year

And you can't do a thing about it