Lyrics Xavier Wulf – Hunting Season

Sir Michael Rocks:
«Fuck somebody talkin bout man»
What’s up what they talkin bout?
«Bust this niggas head right now»

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 bitch 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 niggas either doin scams or the credit fraud

Xavier Wulf:
All of my niggas fucked as fuck, they don’t give a fuck about fuckin’ shit up
I don’t give a fuck if the bitch wanna fuck she gon have to up that mighty dollar

All my niggas gettin money all my niggas stackin’ up
All my niggas eatin good all my niggas bustin’ nuts
All these young sluts on our nuts cause we stackin’ up
All these young bitches suck our nuts cause we stackin’ bucks

Hell yeah bruh
Fuck all you hatin ass niggas out there bruh what you mean bruh
We ain’t gon do shit but tell the truth my nigga
What’s wrong with you nigga’s bruh
What’s wrong with you foolish ass nigga’s bruh
Get the fuck on somewhere bruh, go get you some money
Bitch