on the hunt

here we are mad hatters on the hunt spitting them bangers while we smoking on a blunt we don't front bitch we front we don't play happy hour all day two hours from the the bay coming from the 707 lake county got no money got no tteeth it's ok don't feel sorry for me what you see what you get bitch we ain't dead yet we surviving always striving counting our blessings while we sleep can't no relief from this place come get a taste of that lake life drama bring your momma and bag of crank take that to the bank we top ranking always styling while we dailing for that fetty cutting fat lines like uncle fredy dropping the beats so damn steady chorus guess this songs almost over busting the Mic like cassonavos white trash proud rocking the crowd living out loud we cats meow make the party howl how you like me know and hatters in the house creeping so slow like a mouse lift up your blouse banging that pussy from North to south it's getting hot forget me not baaby please don't stop let's tie the knot before we rot six feet down and mad hatters still hanging around sipping forty ozs straight up from the dog pound how you like me how you like me know Mad Hatters on the hunt