Hunt a Hog X4

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Hmm
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Hmm (Every time you call, you say bunk, so I don't pick up)
(FBEAT producing all the heat)
You call, I don't pick up
Hmm
Hmm

[Chorus]
Every time you call, you say bunk, so I don't pick up
I was walkin' through the mall, gave a fuck 'cause I was blicked up
Ain't see shit like Ray Charles (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can hit the feeling on a ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plus I got the racks, I feel like bowling (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)
Nigga took his bitch, now he can't find her, hmm

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm motion slidin' in the coupe, got a BBL
Bitch, I'm trophied up, but not the one that's on the shelf
All these niggas lil' pups, baby boy, grab the belt
Why you tryna pop it, then you go and call for help?
Better that you didn't get involved (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gon' stack them racks up tall (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got some Tinys that's gon' pop up on call (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoever hangin' out, kill 'em all (Yeah, yeah)
Hmm, I don't give a fuck, I can have any bitch I want
Nigga sendin' threats, but I ain't spooked 'cause I know he won't
Slide through they backstreet, fuck it, we gon' up the score
Why you think he ain't at me? 'Cause he don't really want no smoke
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, shit, that's all I know
Body hit the ground, now we laughin' at him like a joke
Put him in the lost and found 'cause nobody even fuckin' know him
At first, she had the trophy, and then she fumbled