White Lion & Ruckus - Hunting Season lyrics

rate me

Money my motivation, no Kelly Rowland

Got that white girl for you, that Lindsay Lohan

I turn my phone off then I wake up in the morning

Turn it back on and them fiends still be calling

For I see the judge in court gone for a plead

I’m tryina give each other a tryina off a quarter key

I cook it up, I bring it back

Young Shawty getting money you know slinging crack

Unwrap the dummy on the list for the black on black actions

Got the balls pissed off you the next main attraction

Next target, next body, underground flagging

My niggas move right, avoiding blue bird accents

We ain’t cuffin nothing, we gonna go to war

Hunting season all you duck niggas got involved

Bank rolls, hollow tips deposits, close the vaults

Bang without a purpose gonn get you banged for a cause

We on the block, we run the town,

Everybody know about us man we shut it down

Nigga talk slick, we shut him up

And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up

We hit em up, we hit em up, we hit em up

And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up

It’s mister law, Nicholas Cage,

Homie know the war my flow so 3.57 boy

Let em off, through your door, hit man a rap

Bring you death like the coroner

Leave you topless like a Mardi Gras

I murder y’all, spit deli bars, hit them lions raw

All you do just food like way, oh like confetti boy

You not ready for

I spit the cold war, like it’s my call of duty

Nigga you all gone

Kingpin, that’s who I be, make money or take money, this is our creed

It’s hunting season, our enemies who wanted beef

I load it up, I cock it back nigga and let it squeeze

RIP boom nigga, bye bye, you all die cause my watch says murk time

My goons on the black beats, more when we attack, well I am ..

It’s a rap, it’s a rap

It’s hunting season, I can smell when you bleeding

I scalp commercial rappers, leave they head line reciting

God forgives, I don’t, the game’s mine, I got that street fighter flow

I spit yoga flow rhymes,

Famin’s got the frankestein, he creates the monster jams

My flow’s sharper than the blades on Barraka’s hands

You rap cats ain’t the shit, y’ll the ass crack

I put a motherfucking bullet through your snapback

We on the block, we run the town,

Everybody know about us man we shut it down

Nigga talk slick, we shut him up

And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up

We hit em up, we hit em up, we hit em up

And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up.