Hunit Lyrics

Shout out my brother 400

Got 400 pistols

And 400 tommies

I Made 40000

that 400 hundreds

Just popped like 4 pillies got me on 100

Wilson suppressor on tip of the drummie

Shots out the 50 turn grizzlies to gummies

400 told me don't play bout the money

I shoot it I shoot it my nigga who run it

They ain't fucking with me in my Millie voice

With or against me just make a choice

I get her wet when she see the boy

Fuck niggas barley can get her moist

Hundo the shit that u taught me is working

I make her love me and ain't buy her Burkins

My bitch a gangster and she don't where purses

Unless she feel like it may be a disturbance

The gun in that mf

Throw up the one on that mf

Who want that smoke with a untucker

U a cough up a lung in this mf

Had to pay homage cause without my brother

I really dk where the fuck i would be

Probably in jail heaven or hell

When I get there who the fuck ima see

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Zzzzz

don't be sleepin on me

40 with extensions on me

187 on 3

Or with 2 30s nigga

These shots right here take down two burly niggas

Talk that tuff shit u know u scurry nigga

He like what then I up it like u heard me nigga

Brains on the dash board

Ya life ain't a gamble it's a crash course

Gone think shit sweet til we as force

2 points alley oop off the backboard

And 1

We give a demon a halo heaven

Them shells don't drop when u bring out the 7

Rollin sixty pull up and blew at em

Keep 100 this ain't yo profession

Broski done told me u niggas is weird

Worried bout Bo go and find a career

U nigga stuck in lights like a deer

Stunting for likes Man U niggas is queer