DoughHunt

Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga you got me fucked up Out here fuckin' with these weak ass hoes like you don't know where home is nigga Answer your damn phone Keep fuckin' playin' with me, that's why I got the homies lookin' for your ass [Verse 1] Lookin' for me? Check these streets Smokin' like chiefs, sippin' lean like this shit free Poured a six in a deuce, I was gone after the three I don't sip green, bitch, please, that shit cheap Straight dough hunting, yeah, and we don't stop I never had shit and now they hate on what I got Focused on my knots, play with that, I grab the Glock Tell that bitch to knock 'em while the homie raid the spot Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob Same niggas ran up on you at your job Nigga, you ain't pimpin', your baby mama a hoe bitch She like how I spend big bands, be gettin' blowed quick Boss shit, yeah, that's just the goon though Chop suey totin', it split niggas like field goals Case closed, weird ass niggas don't get no pesos Touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for Headshot, closed curtain, these niggas G5 P-R-P's, nigga, please, got pimp Levis Balmain jeans, me and Deez spent like sixteen Big ass thirties, only gave the nigga like sixteen Marley and Anoka, trippin', tryna blam that Poured off the Hi-Tech, bitch, where my Act at? MCM bag fully loaded, where the strap at? If she ain't got no dope tell that stupid hoe to back back Goonies, yeah, you know the gang Same niggas ran up on you for that chain Don't play tough, get bucked and get banged Niggas know what I claim, we dough hunting for cake [Chorus: AFN Peso] Nigga dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob Same niggas ran up on you and did jaws Same niggas ran up on you for that chain Don't play tough, you know what I claim My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting [Verse 2] And none of us is lazy, bussing out the foreign, no 380 Nigga thought I was a rapper till this shit got Slim Shady Bitch, pay me Buckin' on this bitch named Mercedes But she whippin in the Honda and her baby daddy hate me 'Cause he know I'ma real nigga, he just couldn't deal with it Gave her some dope dick, but bitch, you got 10 minutes I'm anxious And I be hardly on the same shit, running up a check, still with the ones I hang with and bang with Never been the type of nigga to lane switch, unless, I'm in a drop top Blow her never, pop shop .40 with a hot spot Pimping out a hot thot I heard she gave you hot top Nigga better stop stop, da Goon Yeah, you know my name, bitch Hit me on Instagram Never see me, scared to say shit We dough hunting, yeah, you better recognize Niggas be some broke boys, see me, we cannot socialize, you feel me? Yeah, this shit for real, I be tryna go and get it, gotta get it out the feel This shit for real Yeah, fuck a deal, if I gotta go and get it, I'ma get it outta bill You feel? [Outro] Yeah, ya feel me? Ha, I know you do Real shit