Hunnids

[Intro: Joe Far] Yeah Yeah Lethal motion Yeah My team was chosen Ugh Yeah [Verse: Joe Far] Get stacks, get stacks, get your bread up Eat the game like a snack, what I say bruh? Wallet fat when I rap, I ain't spend shit All this bullshit in the game and I'm sick of it Get bank, get bank, get bread now Prolly got you tuning in on what I say now Say no, no chance cuz y'all all fake like fans Who say you the man But can't name a track that you went in on But no big deal Y'all just baby diapers with a kids meal But you'll grow up soon B, this I can see Or else I guess I'll let it roll 'til the clips empty I ain't mean it like that though I ain't hear to make a thrеat, nah I'm here to joke But rеgardless, breads the target and I'm making steps and moving Tryna get the green like the hulk in the movies [Chorus: Joe Far] Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, fuck what they said bro [Verse: MTP] From the south side of Jersey, when we out here in the morning trapping 'til we find another route From the land to the dub, all my people in the slums, we gon' make it ain't another doubt No, ain't nobody gon' hold me, pull up to your crib ain't nobody expose me Fuck a gang bang, gang shootin' like I'm Kobe, said I need a team bitch, you must not know me I'll pull up to your crib, walk up in it like the land lord, so much shit flying 'round it was looking like a sand storm Momma told me "watch out" when I walked straight off the porch, but I told her that I got it now I'm poppin' like a damn wart Hit 'em on the spot, I don't need a gang, but I got 'em on the block I know crips, bloods, my dude get you shot, but I'ma walk up all by myself, fuck a opp Y'all said I'm not 'bout that, when I'm bout that Snap 'em like a mouse trap, smoke 'em like that loud pack You said what? I pull up on 'em Fuck talking, I'ma walk it, ain't no bull shit on 'em All that talking on the media gon' catch up to you Lock the door, stay inside, that seem better for you Talking crazy, when you hiding, that ain't clever for you It ain't [Chorus: Joe Far] Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, get cash, get bread Get cash, fuck what they said bro [Outro: Joe Far] Yeah And that's just how it is Out here we're tryna get a little money And that's whats up Lethal Motion Shouts out GGM