Hunt the god at the mic baby You know what it eez Aye I hit that bitch with a nope I pull up these boys want the smoke I’ll hang there ass up wit a rope These boys look as high as the sky There tryna say hey but I’m waving goodbye— These fools cannot rap I keep me a strap Hit one in the head then hear rat tat tat tat They said they got game but that was all cap He’s losing his way better get him a map — I keep me a nine I pull up form three and I’m droppin them dimes Caught a boy slippin he’s telling me lies Don’t mess with these hoes I ain’t got the time These Macs really sprayin hit one in the side — I see a fool running he stealin the bag I hop in the whip And I reload the mag I pray for his family That shits pretty sad I light his ass up And he’s thrown in the back —