Lul Ri - Hunterz 2 Active

We gon' box em in to get it popping
Me being broke it just wasn't an option and I ain't gon' go if I ain't making profits
I'm pouring triss in my cup, got me up like a rocket and I told that nigga come step in my office
I know a couple of niggas that's watching my pockets
I know that they watching to see if I stop
I'm switching the green with that wock
You taking a risk if you stop, I don't stop
And these niggas be dreaming a lot
Baby Ri in the car with a chop, she pointing that Drac'
She really my heart
That G30S send a nigga to God
Play the hand you was dealt, or you can get dealt with
My niggas really pulling niggas cards
Damn
I'm a Yung Fly Steppa, these niggas ain't close
I'm kicking her out because she do the most
I'm calling her friend cause she do what she supposed to
Sucking my dick like she 'posed to
The way that she swallowing dick, I'ma fuck up her vocals
We keep it low key, we ain't here for the socials
That's why I like you, cause nobody know you
They said that Lil nigga lit in the stu, got my hand in the pot like I'm cooking up stew
I'm stepping on niggas while Dior with a stick in my hand, I ain't playing the flute
Niggas gon' duck when this 40 pop off and these bitches be ducks and I need me a goose
And bro got them birdies round, slide with that 30
Block a nigga, we gon' shoot
Slide on a hot boy for that goup
Slide with that GlockBoy, we gon' shoot
Touch me a dollar, I flip it to two
Free my gorillas stuck up in that zoo
That choppa gon' sound off like a what?
Huh?
We boutta split em' in two
These niggas don't want smoke like a JUUL
We hitting your mans, then we coming for you
We gon' throw em on Fox 5
We going live round the way, niggas purping, he tryn' make the news
And the plug just threw me a play
He texted me Madden, touch down with the pack and call me Victor Cruz
We got that shit that niggas can't afford
If you can't buy it twice then that shit ain't for you
The money keep talking to me and it's calling my name
If it ain't about the money, you getting the boot
Uh, Damn
You getting the boot
.45 hit a nigga in his tooth
Yea we gon' find you, nigga we looking for you
These niggas keep leaving clues
Scooby Dooby Doo, yea I got a dog in the van
I got a good man from Pakistan
We got more sticks that the Taliban
Try to run up, we gon' make you a running man
Uh, nigga a bitch with some titties, Juwanna man
How you the plug, you don't got more bricks than my runner man?
You slide with the trash, I'ma dump it
I'm beating the buzzer lil nigga, I'm clutching
Catch him in traffic then walk him in public
I got them blues in my pocket, you know that I'm thumbing
I'm tryna run in his home while that brick in the oven

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Lul Ri

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