DoughHunt

[Intro]
Nigga you got me fucked up
Out here fuckin' with these weak ass hoes like you don't know where home is nigga
Answer your damn phone
Keep fuckin' playin' with me, that's why I got the homies lookin' for your ass

[Verse 1]
Lookin' for me? Check these streets
Smokin' like chiefs, sippin' lean like this shit free
Poured a six in a deuce, I was gone after the three
I don't sip green, bitch, please, that shit cheap
Straight dough hunting, yeah, and we don't stop
I never had shit and now they hate on what I got
Focused on my knots, play with that, I grab the Glock
Tell that bitch to knock 'em while the homie raid the spot
Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same niggas ran up on you at your job
Nigga, you ain't pimpin', your baby mama a hoe bitch
She like how I spend big bands, be gettin' blowed quick
Boss shit, yeah, that's just the goon though
Chop suey totin', it split niggas like field goals
Case closed, weird ass niggas don't get no pesos
Touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
Headshot, closed curtain, these niggas G5
P-R-P's, nigga, please, got pimp Levis
Balmain jeans, me and Deez spent like sixteen
Big ass thirties, only gave the nigga like sixteen
Marley and Anoka, trippin', tryna blam that
Poured off the Hi-Tech, bitch, where my Act at?
MCM bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
If she ain't got no dope tell that stupid hoe to back back
Goonies, yeah, you know the gang
Same niggas ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, get bucked and get banged
Niggas know what I claim, we dough hunting for cake

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
Nigga dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same niggas ran up on you and did jaws
Same niggas ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, you know what I claim
My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting
My niggas dough hunting, dough hunting

[Verse 2]
And none of us is lazy, bussing out the foreign, no 380
Nigga thought I was a rapper till this shit got Slim Shady
Bitch, pay me
Buckin’ on this bitch named Mercedes
But she whippin in the Honda and her baby daddy hate me
'Cause he know I'ma real nigga, he just couldn't deal with it
Gave her some dope dick, but bitch, you got 10 minutes
I'm anxious
And I be hardly on the same shit, running up a check, still with the ones I hang with and bang with
Never been the type of nigga to lane switch, unless, I'm in a drop top
Blow her never, pop shop
.40 with a hot spot
Pimping out a hot thot
I heard she gave you hot top
Nigga better stop stop, da Goon
Yeah, you know my name, bitch
Hit me on Instagram
Never see me, scared to say shit
We dough hunting, yeah, you better recognize
Niggas be some broke boys, see me, we cannot socialize, you feel me?
Yeah, this shit for real, I be tryna go and get it, gotta get it out the feel
This shit for real
Yeah, fuck a deal, if I gotta go and get it, I'ma get it outta bill
You feel?

[Outro]
Yeah, ya feel me?
Ha, I know you do
Real shit