Malco — Bounty Hunter 4/Our Aims Better

Malco — Bounty Hunter 4/Our Aims Better — lyrics

Please don’t get me ‘set ‘cus then I’ll have to do it to you
I know some people to call down and yes they’ll shoot right through you
We tuck our grippers in our pockets ‘cus thats just what we do
An intuition without consequence, thats how my crew move

We problem solve, I guess we adapt to situations like that
I grew up strong, looked through my eyes, but stared back at my chest pack
Convo’s to conflict, I’d prefer it if we do fucking neither
In my room puffin’ heaters, these Boba Dabs just get sweeter, okay

Yuh
‘Cus she pop Oxy’s, I smoke grams
‘Bout whole ounce up in my hands, swear that bitch live in my pants
Yuh, aye
I aim this reticle and yet it was so vertical, I bet I’d shoot your mans
Yuh, aye
And you can send your threats but we know you got no chance, so quit the stance
Please just quit the stance, you are not the man
You are not the man, you don’t understand
When I got this gun a-all up in my fucking hand
Yuh, okay?

Please don’t get me ‘set ‘cus then I’ll have to do it to you
I know some people to call down and yes they’ll shoot right through you
We tuck our grippers in our pockets ‘cus thats just what we do
An intuition without consequence, thats how my crew move

We problem solve, I guess we adapt to situations like that
I grew up strong, looked through my eyes, but stared back at my chest pack
Convo’s to conflict, I’d prefer it if we do fucking neither
In my room puffin’ heaters, these Boba Dabs just get sweeter, okay