Jay Beretta - Been a Hunnit Lyrics

You Up a pistol on me better shoot me
Smack yo kufi you ain't fucking with no goofy nigga
You gon earn it if you catch me out here loosely nigga
Line a nigga up and blame him with the oowee nigga
Might pop up out of Nowhere in a new Jeep nigga
Bad vibe on the pass side that's my new freak nigga
Fuck around and catch a lick off of my new EP
Wind up in TMZ or with a 10 on the Newsweek nigga
I'm the one
Never two
Easily
Im in shit deep shoot the three
That shit key
Who it's four
All my fives
On the low
Tryna blow
Hit the six and grab my pros
On Seven mile
I'm On the road
That's my home
All the niggas I ate with is who surround the throne
I got the nine
And I Been the one
Triple 0
And niggas know
Motherfucka
Braat

Been a Hunnit still a Hunnit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got smoke for whoever want it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Pistol on at all times
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
If I pull out somebody dyin
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I
Been a Hunnit still a Hunnit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got smoke for whoever want it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The blick is on at all times
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
If I pull out somebody dyin

25 In cash I shoulda brought 40
Tryna bust this play 100 bands in all MOs
I'm tryna keep the cash
Might give it up to run shit smoother and deplete the stash
But if that work ain't out here moving baby that's yo ass
100 Miles and running
Niggas 40 miles per hour type of niggas
I done touched some figures
Parlayed with some killers
Safeties off the triggers
One man Rollin with the gang gang
40 Caliber with extra clips and some great aim
That's how I maintain
Skill level different niggas playing the same game
And Niggas just ain't changed
How we sposed to follow politics when they kill us and don't acknowledge it
Fuck nine to fivin ima take a trip bring back them thousands quick
Still gotta keep some shit legit
Gotta keep a stick
Rest In Peace to Slick
That boy is truly missed
Forreal doe
We the last of the real these niggas fucking weirdos
We Keep these fuck niggas in check by adding on them zeros