64 Bars

Yeah, uh

Uh, Huntaps he did it again

I don't need a chorus or a hook, I don't need a singing part

Just a whole verse, don't give a fuck about the Billboard charts

But watch me still make that shit cause they know Huntaps goes too hard

Been in the game for a minute, you can't tell me I don't have heart

These rappers so funny, I swear to god they think they Kevin Hart

Keeping it real on the gram, but around the feds they fall apart like Posty

Take the industry by storm straight from the start

Then switch up the whole style and become a pop rock star

Keep me some killers round me, pay em with drugs and Henny

Keep some models, they with me, I give em Prada and Fendi

All that dissing and talking behind my back really offends me

But I don't expect them to get me, no one can comprehend me

You just a shooter on COD, I really play with those sticks

I got a side chick from the country, yeah she from the sticks

I got a side chick in the city and she filthy rich

I got a white girl from the burbs and she built like a stick

But I love my main girl, she love the taste of dick

I know they hear me and think Huntaps he is so explicit

Like yeah I'm sorry, I just really love to talk all this shit

And yeah I'm sorry cause I probably just went and took your chick

And if you know me then you know giving up is my last resort

Cause I could never quit and go back to walking on the same floors

So right now I gotta come in clutch real late into the fourth

I got ice in my veins, no wonder why I been feeling cold

Summer in Ohio, way too hot out here for some snow

Baddies lined up for the bathroom, they gotta powder they nose

You knows what I mean, feds try to shut us down, fuck em though

Cause we keep the rage going till it's four in the morn

Po'ed a four in styrofoam

It makes me move slow, it puts me in the zone

Gotta turn some music on, 64 bars that shit light

You know how it goes, been in my own mind for so long

But now I'm on go, man I promise