The Last Hunter lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you, Timmy Boy)
(Hey, Dan)

[Chorus]
Street n*gga (Street, yeah, yeah)
I done made Ms, but I still be in my hood (Yeah, yeah, n*gga)
Yeah, dropped that diss and his ass got cracked (Dropped that diss and his ass got—), he done got put in that 'Wood (Boom)
We been slidin' 'round tryna get that drop (For real), n*ggas don't be in they hood (n*ggas don't be outside)
Lot of rappers ain't who they say they is (Who they say they is), these lil' n*ggas just good (n*ggas just good)
These n*ggas ain't standin' on nothin' (Ain't stand on sh*t)
Bro missed that hit, put his mans on crutches (Bah, bah)
Yeah, n*gga was strapped when he heard that Drac', he ain't had no plan on uppin' (Boom, boom, bah)
Switch them buttons (b*tch)
The n*ggas that tried to get back, we plucked 'em
Tried to run, got tripped, then this sh*t got ugly (Frrt, frrt)
Only time that I run when the opps be in public (Boom, boom)
Bro hopped out the car right there like, "f*ck it" (Hop out the car)

[Verse]
Anytime they open they door, we shut it (Open they door)
Anytime I shoot that switch they duck it (Shoot that— frrt)
Go throw 'em a show, bro hit that hundred (b*tch, yeah)
Then turn up the scope like who that runnin'? (Turn on the scope)
Watch my opps on a fake-ass page (Yeah)
I don't know they moves, but I know they ways (Knowin' they ways)
Get that drop, go sit on the house (Get that drop), as soon as he comes out, just get him first aid (Bah)
First time I slipped, got hit in my hat (I slipped), I'ma pop my sh*t, I'm not gon' chat (Pop it)
My b*tch keep talkin' 'bout a b*tch I text (b*tch, yeah), bet none of these b*tches seen me yet (Nah)
Bro spinned the block like, "You ain't 'nough" (Spin)
I would've loved that b*tch but she ain't 'nough (Nah)
Promise when I came home with that bag, n*ggas gon' see me comin' (n*ggas gon' see me drape)
This sh*t different, I put on that mask and jump out on 'em with it (Jump out on 'em with it)
Ain't no need to ask me what I'm on (Yeah, yeah, yeah), b*tch, you know I'm with it (Be there)
5.56 (56) go all through him (Yeah), you see his legs twitchin' (Yeah, yeah)
They know he was rappin', that stick hit him (Yeah, b*tch), you know that dead n*gga (You know that dead n*gga)
If I gotta do some time, you ain't gon' see me stressin' (Gotta do it)
I ain't scared to jump out with that belt and teach his mans a lesson (I ain't scared)
They want me actin' positive (Want me actin' postive) when I'm a f*ckin' stepper (I'm a f*ckin' stepper)
It ain't no QBs (b*tch), but we gon' chase you down like London Fletcher (We gon' chase you down, gon' chase you down)
Why the f*ck we call each other bros if we can't come together? (If we can't come together)
Ask me why I don't be in the car 'cause I like money better ('Cause I like cash better)
We be feet on land, when it get cold, this that gettin' money weather (Yeah, this that gettin' bag weather)
We go up the score them n*ggas sweet, I call them honey catchers (I call them honey catchers)
[Chorus]
Street n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
I done made Ms, but I still be in my hood (Yeah, yeah, n*gga)
Yeah, dropped that diss and his ass got cracked (Dropped that diss and his ass—), he done got put in that 'Wood (Boom)
We been slidin' 'round tryna get that drop (For real), n*ggas don't be in they hood (n*ggas don't be outside)
Lot of rappers ain't who they say they is (Who they say they is), these lil' n*ggas just good (n*ggas just good)
These n*ggas ain't standin' on nothin' (Ain't stand on sh*t)
Bro missed that hit, put his mans on crutches (Bah, bah)
Yeah, n*gga was strapped when he heard that Drac', he ain't had no plan on uppin' (Boom, boom, boom)
Switch them buttons (b*tch)
The n*ggas that tried to get back, we plucked 'em
Tried to run, got tripped, then this sh*t got ugly (Frrt, frrt)
Only time that I run when the opps be in public (Boom)
Bro hopped out the car right there like, "f*ck it" (Hop out the car)