Hunted Curly J

[Intro]
(Hey, what's good Drew?)

[Pre-Chorus]
They ain' let me in, kick the door down
This bitch goin' crazy, she throwin' the ass 'round the room and she down on the floor now
Turned to my city on shit you don't know 'bout
Mask off, spin the block to the low round
Finish the job and we go 'head and roll-out
I don't know how you in love with these bitches
Stuck on the run got no time for these bitches

[Chorus]
We ran them hunnids on hunnids [?] while I be a hunnid [?] and we gunnin'
I roll with some hittas, some killas, and she fell in love with these hunnids the way that I'm bummin'
We out here, thе vibe for real, shawty was hurt in her feelings, shе don't got no time to heal
A lot of [?], the way out here swingin' the bikes around, I pop the wheel

[Verse 1]
Too many drugs I get, don't gotta double up
I might just stack all the lean in my double cup
We finna stack all the cash and go run it up
She finna throw all the racks just to fuck with us
We got some cars in the back of the back
Make a whole lotta noise and we post with some soldiers but these ain't no toys
If they hit you direct and it's over it's done and I put that on god
I know some niggas that ride 'round the city with heaters, they ride with them A's and them K's
You better hope you don't pick the wrong car for your life, we don't care bout no aces and spades
PTSD from that moment in life, He keep thinkin' and thinkin', can't forget the day
I don't know why you be bragging 'bout that little shit, lil nigga I triple your pain