DoughHunt E

Nigga you got me fucked up. Out here fucking with these weak ass hoes like You don't know where home is, nigga. Answer your damn phone. Keep fucking playing with me, that's why I got The homies looking for your ass. Looking for me? Check these streets. Smoking like cheese, sipping lean like this shit Free. Po' the six in the deuce, I was Gone after the three. I don't sip green, bitch Please, that shit cheap. Straight dough hunting, yeah, it won't stop. I never had shit and now they hate on What I got. Focused on my knots, you play With that, I grab the Glock. Tell that bitch to knock on Bobby homie, raid Your spot. Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know The mob. Same niggas ran up on you at Your job. Nigga you ain't pimping, your baby mama A hoe bitch. She like how I spend, big Ben be getting blow quick. Ball shit, yeah, that's just the goon oath. Chop suey tote and it split niggas like field Goals. Case closed, weird ass niggas don't get no Pesos. Touch this ghost, send shooters for what they Paid for. Headshot, closed curtain, these niggas G Fox. PRPs, nigga please, I pee leaf ox. Ball main Gs, me and D spin like sixteen. Big ass thirties on the gated, nigga like Sixteen. Marley in a no cut, tripping tryna blame that. Po'd off the high tech, bitch where my act At? MCM bag fully loaded with a strap back. She ain't got no dough, tell that stupid hoe To bag back. Goonies, yeah, you know the gang. Same niggas ran up on you for that chain. Don't play tough, get buck and get banged. Niggas know what I claim, we dough hunting for Cake. Nigga dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob. Same niggas ran up on you and did Johns. Same niggas ran up on you for that chain. Don't play tough, you know what I claim. My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting. What we do. My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting. Yeah, and none of us is lazy. Busting out the foreign, no three-eighty. Nigga thought I was a rapper 'til this shit Got Slim Shady. Bitch paper, fucking on this bitch Named Mercedes. But she whipping in a Honda and Her baby daddy hate me. 'Cause he know I'm A real nigga, he just couldn't deal with it. Gave her some dope dick, but bitch you got Ten 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 nigga to lane switch. Unless I'm in a drop top, blower never pop Shot. Forty with a hot spot, pimping out a Hot thot. Heard she gave you hot top, niggas Better stop, stop. The goon, yeah, you know my Name bitch. Hit me on Instagram and see me Scared to say shit. We dough hunting, yeah, You better recognize. Niggas be some broke boys, See me, we cannot socialize. Feel me? Yeah, this shit for real. I be tryna go and get it, gotta get It out the field. This shit for real, yeah, Fuck a deal. If I gotta go and get It, I'ma get it out a billion. You feel me? Yeah, You feel me? Yeah, I know you do.