Sir Michael Rocks - Hunting Season lyrics

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks] "f** somebody talkin bout man" What's up what they talkin bout? "Bust this n***as head right now" AK9P n***as here, chillin right next to the frozen sea I'll bust, I'll bust his a** 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 gla** 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**h 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***as either doin scams or the credit fraud [Verse 2: Xavier Wulf] All of my n***as f**ed as f**, they dont give a f** about f**in' sh** up I dont give a f** if the b**h wanna f** she gon have to up that mighty dollar b**h go get a gram of some f**in' -, and if you can't do it then I'mma holla 14th Squad coming for them dollas' Hoes pop a** when they see us walk up, huh? Damn my sword sharp as f** Damn these haters mad at us b**h I dont give no f**, I bet they won't come run up I'm slashin' and dashin' all over they a** n***a don't ask if he still breathin' I'm a god damn heathen smokin' weed from now til a young n***a stop breathin' You b**h! [Hook] All my n***as gettin money all my n***as stackin' up All my n***as eatin good all my n***as bustin' nuts All these young s*uts on our nuts cause we stackin' up All these young b**hes s** our nuts cause we stackin' bucks [Outro: Xavier Wulf] Hell yeah bruh f** all you hatin a** n***as out there bruh what you mean bruh We ain't gon do sh** but tell the truth my n***a Whats wrong with you n***a's bruh Whats wrong with you foolish a** n***a's bruh Get the f** on somewhere bruh, go get you some money b**h