Hunting Season lyrics

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
"f*ck somebody talkin bout man"
What's up what they talkin bout?
"Bust this n*ggas head right now"
AK9P n*ggas here, chillin right next to the frozen sea
I'll bust, I'll bust his ass out
Ay, Banco!

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ooh ooh that's him that's him
Young, slim, diamond skin but, my element is wind
Let me begin from the jump where my pops was
He threw me into the lake where them sharks was
That's how I learned how to swim so I swam to the shore
And then I hopped out the water like -
Guilty with blood on my limbs
The glove didn't fit but I tried to pull it over my knuckles
I guess it's rejecting me, it wasn't in my destiny
I got the fake Gucci bag filled with cash, and a glass filled with red water
The closest we got the philosophers stone
The camera on top as it watches my home
And then I saw the 12 walking up to the gate
Ooh b*tch that's a mistake don't do that!
For they sake I just hope that they knock and they leave when I don't answer the doorbell
Cause if I gotta try and escape and release the chimera
It ain't gonna go well
Them Xans in my pocket
A hand full of debit cards
All my n*ggas either doin scams or the credit fraud
[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
All of my n*ggas f*cked as f*ck, they dont give a f*ck about f*ckin' sh*t up
I dont give a f*ck if the b*tch wanna f*ck she gon have to up that mighty dollar
b*tch go get a gram of some f*ckin' -, and if you can't do it then I'mma holla
14th Squad coming for them dollas'
Hoes pop ass when they see us walk up, huh?
Damn my sword sharp as f*ck
Damn these haters mad at us
b*tch I dont give no f*ck, I bet they won't come run up
I'm slashin' and dashin' all over they ass n*gga don't ask if he still breathin'
I'm a goddamn heathen smokin' weed from now til a young n*gga stop breathin' (Money)
You b*tch

[Chorus]
All my n*ggas gettin money all my n*ggas stackin' up
All my n*ggas eatin good all my n*ggas bustin' nuts
All these young sl*ts on our nuts cause we stackin' up (Cash)
All these young b*tches suck our nuts cause we stackin' bucks (Cash)

[Outro: Xavier Wulf]
Hell yeah, bruh
f*ck all you hatin' ass n*ggas out there bruh, what you mean, bruh?
We ain't gon do sh*t but tell the truth, my n*gga
What's wrong with you n*ggas, bruh?
What's wrong with you foolish ass n*ggas, bruh?
Get the f*ck on somewhere, bruh, go get you some money
b*tch