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HOT PURSUIT Video (MV)




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Length: 3:01
Written by: Tarik Burns
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Last time I checked I was too legit to quit
Sleep wasn't scheduled I don't ramble I don't sit
Balance in check
I'm up to my neck
And kind of fed up
These kids playing dress up, step up
Pull up with my stranger things I pulled up with my 'vecna
They 'gon blow me off thinking this shit was a set up
My Mike carries eleven shots
Early for your check up
Do you need a drip buddy
Or do you need a chest pump
I take a beat and piece it together like some dnd
I take a beat pop off and check out like my bnb
All my shit so wavy
All the nations gotta see
I'm from down south but little baby take this over seas
Okay bet
You can play with the kids
While I take all the vets
I got a armory so big even putin gets upset
Even Hillary 'gon need stretcher when my Clinton down their necks
You can ask me all you want I never cheated on my tests
Hotter than ever
Can't touch this hot as a kettle
I don't push the pedal to metal
I take off like a Karen with a Berretta
Just like Britney
I blow your top off
Y'all just a lost cause
Like Eskom I'm switching lights off
To be honest all of these lines is my light work
How many times have I said
It's just something I fight for
Backboard rebound undertake all the takedowns
Pump fake don't fake out
Just say how a boy stay loud
Twenty-one and still getting savage
I ain't got Drakes I'm never caught lacking
I got big pockets for all of the blues I'm bagging
Pants will never be sagging
White flagging ain't in my motto
Need more space for all of the cargo
I got the star flow running up numbers and
I got the barcodes don't even start bro
My flows ain't got mercy
Only Countach Diablos
Me no speak to y'all me no 'hablo
Trying to fill my cart with all that cash and gas and argo
Trying to fill my car with petrol and see how far I go
Last time I checked I was too legit to quit
Sleep wasn't scheduled I don't ramble I don't sit
Balance in check I'm up to my neck
And kind of fed up
These kids playing dress up, step up
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Last time I checked I was too legit to quit
Sleep wasn't scheduled I don't ramble I don't sit
Balance in check
I'm up to my neck
And kind of fed up
These kids playing dress up, step up
Pull up with my stranger things I pulled up with my 'vecna
They 'gon blow me off thinking this shit was a set up
My Mike carries eleven shots
Early for your check up
Do you need a drip buddy
Or do you need a chest pump
I take a beat and piece it together like some dnd
I take a beat pop off and check out like my bnb
All my shit so wavy
All the nations gotta see
I'm from down south but little baby take this over seas
Okay bet
You can play with the kids
While I take all the vets
I got a armory so big even putin gets upset
Even Hillary 'gon need stretcher when my Clinton down their necks
You can ask me all you want I never cheated on my tests
Hotter than ever
Can't touch this hot as a kettle
I don't push the pedal to metal
I take off like a Karen with a Berretta
Just like Britney
I blow your top off
Y'all just a lost cause
Like Eskom I'm switching lights off
To be honest all of these lines is my light work
How many times have I said
It's just something I fight for
Backboard rebound undertake all the takedowns
Pump fake don't fake out
Just say how a boy stay loud
Twenty-one and still getting savage
I ain't got Drakes I'm never caught lacking
I got big pockets for all of the blues I'm bagging
Pants will never be sagging
White flagging ain't in my motto
Need more space for all of the cargo
I got the star flow running up numbers and
I got the barcodes don't even start bro
My flows ain't got mercy
Only Countach Diablos
Me no speak to y'all me no 'hablo
Trying to fill my cart with all that cash and gas and argo
Trying to fill my car with petrol and see how far I go
Last time I checked I was too legit to quit
Sleep wasn't scheduled I don't ramble I don't sit
Balance in check I'm up to my neck
And kind of fed up
These kids playing dress up, step up
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Writer: Tarik Burns
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