Hunting Season (feat. 17 Peri & Hwaji)

Gunshots, click pow, so often Homicides of my thoughts, i need some coffins My gritty voice got accidentally softened Only god would know, what's gonna happen Crazy babies, playing like sadists, one of my favorites uh huh Make me lazy, smell like daisy, apple shaped asses uh huh All my besties got some scars u know My besties got some scars u know Something's in my vein, might be adrenaline I trade my life for baits, red flag and ripped jeans I just put them all away Screaming all the time, don't you think that I'm flopping Walk side to side just like Chaplin You know I've got scars So our light green skins are acting as camouflage But what if they are color blinds brother? We ain't got no place to hide Get your minds together to be ready to run or fly We can't be faster than a bullet But at least, we tried I come from jumpin turnstyles on the subway Now I'm jumpin' jets Interstate flyin' by, I'm swervin while she suck it dead JFK, Charles de Gaulle, Haneda, then it's ICN I'm stealth mode, creepin thru your fuckin block How the fuck do Hwaji make bank When he don't ride no corporate dick? How the fuck he up on them billboards When he ain't got no sponsorship? Galas, banquets, runways, exhibitions, How he sit in 'em shits? Well, lookie here bitch, Yo broke ass runnin yo mouth While I'm out here BUIDLin shit That's a fact Walk a mile in my AF1's (You can't, you can't) Find a country where I can't get some (You can't, you can't) I talk that talk and walk that walk And all my day ones eat Trudging thru the mud to plant that seed That's a fact Yeah that's a buck So our light green skins are acting as camouflage But what if they are color blinds brother? We ain't got no place to hide Get your minds together to be ready to run or fly We can't be faster than a bullet But at least, we tried