Shout out to Baste Records (hey, yeah, la-da-da)
Ayo, Hunter (la-da-da-da)
Roll another one of those congressional blunts, brotha (la-da-da-da)
He was gonna get his laptop fixed, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He wasn't gonna show all them dick pics, but hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He shoulda let Hillary bleach the whole hard drive (yeah, ayy)
But Hunter got high (hey), Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He wasn't gonna mess with the hoes, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He was gonna take 'em all out on a boat, but Hunter got high
He's the smartest man Joe ever knew in his life (yeah-hey)
'Til Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He was gonna go visit his dad, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He thought he had a secret stash, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
The White House got shut down, we all know why (come on, man, yeah-hey)
Hunter got High, Hunter got High, Hunter got High
He never could paint worth a fuck, Hunter got high (ooh)
Now he gets a half a mil' and up, "Damn, that's high" (that's higher than me)
Biden never use to start with B-U-Y (damn), yeah-hey
'Til Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
Ukraine wasn't part of the plan, 'til Hunter got high (ooh)
China wasn't that big of a fan, 'til Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He wasn't gonna split it all, with the old big guy (come on, man, yeah-hey)
'Til Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
He wasn't gonna go to court, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He'd never been indicted before, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
His attorney's out smokin' a bowl, and we all know why (why, man? Yeah-hey)
'Cause Hunter got high (hey), Hunter got high (yeah), Hunter got high
He was making 80 G's a month (ooh), but Hunter got high (ooh, whoa, ooh)
On a job brotha ain't never done, Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He got more LLC's than John Gotti's ex-wife (yeah-hey)
Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high
His cousin never was a pimp, 'til Hunter got high
He had the best friends that money could rent, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
Just imagine if he wasn't rich, and so damn white (yeah-hey)
The cops would raid his house, eat his lemon pound cake
Disconnect his cameras and steal his money
Ooh
Hey, yeah
La-da-da-da
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