Huntin' Season

[Verse] Quarantine is cool I had plans to stay in my bag this summer Things I gotta prove again .30 caliber magnum hunter Chip heavy as ever, another challenge I'm back in front of Niggas get in their feelings and burn they bridge, I'm the acid under My jersey's a classic number, might be one of significance Ask ya mother, ratchet wonder, never had a rappin' blunder Came a long way from that couch with the plastic cover It's hunting season, Corona mask and the accurate drummer Your favorites are shook I've been poking at them this whole time I get in my zone again shit'd be changin' rapidly They thought I was dead I raised out the ground of a gold mine But I sympathize for anyone that should come after me Call who you wanna, 10 out of 10 Imma drag em all 20/20 with .30-30 rapper heads on cabin walls Drop the rest off at Niagara Falls I've been active the last two decade, smashing flaws Bloody shoes and matching floors, I gotta history of buzzer-beaters Killers get invitations to my game night, human bones for the puzzle pieces New York is on my back, auto mack with the muzzle features I'm gon' need all my plaques bubble wrapped in the double sequence I'll catch you eventually, hard to shake all the scramblers off Casualties in my camera roll, customize all my camouflage Rambo ammo loaded belt buckles, fumble ya plans, you lost Prepare your candles, troller spell trouble, chuckle the damage off Should have never been crossin' me, lay em out perpendicular Celebrate for the parish, and party on the peninsula Making this book a masterpiece, 20 chapters convincing ya So sinister, 40 new bars sharp as ya minister Remington pump or Cali, say my name in any room It’ll echo like Teddy Riley I’ve been punching by the twos, and they hittin' hard as Vitali Bring the loudest Imma sleep em, another victim to carry Get politicians from 'round me, nigga way before the camera clicks Made my way through the amateurs, studied learned all advantages, top fiver, unanimous Ugh, my flows a hammer fist, "Ooh" and "awwing" the panelist Crews lying in bandages, too high off the cannabis Fire will make em all fiend, punctured lung, or a jaw break Competition ain't winning shit, we advising to all tank Leave a bomb on ya porch fate, Vietnam with the war paint Be accomplished, it's more hate, re-up boxing in storm gates [Outro] Banks