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Hunt a Hog
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Hunt a Hog was released on February 27, 2024 by Simple Stupid Records as a part of the album Hunt a Hog - Single
February 27, 2024
LabelSimple Stupid Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM104
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Every time you call you say bump, so I don't pick up
I was walking through the mall, gave a fuck 'cause I was booted up
Ain't see shit like Ray Charles, yeah, yeah, yeah
We can hit the fillin' on the hall, yeah, yeah, yeah
Plus I got the racks, I feel like ballin', yeah, yeah, yeah
You can put the tester on my diamonds, yeah, yeah, yeah
We already slid but we can't find him, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** took his bitch, now he can't find her
[Verse 1]
Bitch, your motion sliding in the Coupe, got a BBL
Bitch, I'm trophied up, but not the one that's on the shelf
All these **** lil' pups, baby boy, grab the belt
Why you tryna pop it, then you going curvy
Crazy that you didn't get involved, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' stack them racks up tall, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got some Tony's that's gon' pop up on call, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoever hangin' out, kill 'em all, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck, I can have any bitch I want
**** sending thugs, but I ain't spooked 'cause I know he won't
Slide through they back street, fuck it, we gon' up the score
Why you think he ain't at me? 'Cause he don't really want no smoke
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, shit, that's all I know
Body hit the ground, now we laughin' at him like a giggle
Throw the middle, lost and found 'cause nobody even fuckin' know
At first, she had that trophy and then, she fumble
[Chorus]
Every time you call you say bump, so I don't pick up
I was walking through the mall, gave a fuck 'cause I was booted up
Ain't see shit like Ray Charles, yeah, yeah, yeah
We can hit the fillin' on the hall, yeah, yeah, yeah
Plus I got the racks, I feel like ballin', yeah, yeah, yeah
You can put the tester on my diamonds, yeah, yeah, yeah
We already slid but we can't find him, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** took his bitch, now he can't find her
[Verse 2]
Rich Crip walked in the room, got him pressured up
Put them lil' twenties up 'cause I got them hunnids out
You either bomb round or a trophy, gotta choose a route
That bitch either bomb or a trophy, but I can feel her out
I'm the baddest thing she ever seen, yeah, yeah, yeah
County jail, don't make a scene, yeah, yeah, yeah
Glock-19, do my thing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck it, we gon' strip him for his things, yeah, yeah
Bounced out the Coupe, now all the bitches staring up
Told her get back, I heard you fuck on lil' pup
I'm a top-ranked Crip, these **** can't compare to me
Shh, bitch, let me smoke this weed in peace
I don't even like ****, give a fuck about a meet and greet
Yeah, average Joe, ain't gon' mean shit to me
Bitch, why you driving fast, don't you know I got this blick on me
Pop, pop, pop, now we got they homies crying
[Chorus]
Every time you call you say bump, so I don't pick up
I was walking through the mall, gave a fuck 'cause I was booted up
Ain't see shit like Ray Charles, yeah, yeah, yeah
We can hit the fillin' on the hall, yeah, yeah, yeah
Plus I got the racks, I feel like ballin', yeah, yeah, yeah
You can put the tester on my diamonds, yeah, yeah, yeah
We already slid but we can't find him, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** took his bitch, now he can't find her
Written by: Felipe Angel Huerta, Hugo Ortiz, Rawdonis Olivas
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