Huntin’ Wabbitz (Explicit)
J. Cole"Huntin’ Wabbitz (Explicit)" is a song by J. Cole, released in 2024 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:36 long and contains 69 lines and 508 words.
Lyrics
0:00Shh
0:01Be very very quiet
0:04I'm huntin' wabbits
0:20Goddamn
0:22Uh
0:23**** runnin' in place I'd never do that
0:25My destination is runnin' the map
0:27I'll run in your trap like
0:28Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt nigga run or get clapped
0:31I ain't cool with these dudes I don't **** with these dudes
0:33I don't wanna show love I don't wanna give dap
0:36I just wanna kick back take trips make hits make big chips
0:38Stack 'til they tall as Kristaps
0:40Me and your squad is mismatch
0:41Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path
0:43And you know the ***** bad if I brought the ***** back
0:46Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft
0:48Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass
0:50They like Okay I see you ***** how could you not
0:53I drove to CVS copped a Plan B
0:54And I watched as she swallowed ***** I kid you not
0:57Can't take no risk in this game my money grew
0:59But my ambition's the same
1:00Talk to me proper you lookin' like Q at the locker
1:03I pop up how Bishop had came
1:05What's up
1:06Niggas gon' put some respect on my name
1:08One way or another
1:09I work the whole winter to take over summer
1:11They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered
1:13Don't hop on it now nigga stay over yonder
1:16I'm on Rodeo I'm bummy
1:17I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'
1:19I promise I don't feel a day over twenty
1:21They hatin' from some far away and it's funny
1:24I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money
1:26Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop click
1:27**** now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
1:30He keeps killing us father
1:33He keeps taking and taking
1:38I want to
1:38Pop in a new one and let off again
1:41Always knew we was gon' get our revenge
1:43Aim at whoever ain't dead I will win
1:45You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap ****
1:46That I'd just forget all the sins
1:48Oh how you wish
1:49He d**e as a hundred and ten-hour binge
1:51Everybody say that they start at the bottom
1:53I don't care to doubt 'em but this how it ends nigga
1:56Look at you son
1:57Look at what you've become
1:58This how it ends
2:00Never see no one get this high again
2:02Globetrotter **** ***** that's just how I spin
2:04Word to my palm ***** I'm too locked in
2:06I hit 'em up ***** I'm 2Pac twin
2:08Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim
2:10Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim
2:13That's just how I swim
2:15This how it ends
2:16Never see no one get this high again
2:18Globetrotter **** ***** that's just how I spin
2:21Word to my palm ***** I'm too locked in
2:23I hit 'em up ***** I'm 2Pac twin
2:25Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim
2:27Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim
2:34I'm sorry
2:36I'm so sorry for what I've done
Shh Be very very quiet I'm huntin' wabbits Goddamn Uh **** runnin' in place I'd never do that My destination is runnin' the map I'll run in your trap like Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt nigga run or get clapped I ain't cool with these dudes I don't **** with these dudes I don't wanna show love I don't wanna give dap I just wanna kick back take trips make hits make big chips Stack 'til they tall as Kristaps Me and your squad is mismatch Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path And you know the ***** bad if I brought the ***** back Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass They like Okay I see you ***** how could you not I drove to CVS copped a Plan B And I watched as she swallowed ***** I kid you not Can't take no risk in this game my money grew But my ambition's the same Talk to me proper you lookin' like Q at the locker I pop up how Bishop had came What's up Niggas gon' put some respect on my name One way or another I work the whole winter to take over summer They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered Don't hop on it now nigga stay over yonder I'm on Rodeo I'm bummy I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin' I promise I don't feel a day over twenty They hatin' from some far away and it's funny I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop click **** now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday He keeps killing us father He keeps taking and taking I want to Pop in a new one and let off again Always knew we was gon' get our revenge Aim at whoever ain't dead I will win You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap **** That I'd just forget all the sins Oh how you wish He d**e as a hundred and ten-hour binge Everybody say that they start at the bottom I don't care to doubt 'em but this how it ends nigga Look at you son Look at what you've become This how it ends Never see no one get this high again Globetrotter **** ***** that's just how I spin Word to my palm ***** I'm too locked in I hit 'em up ***** I'm 2Pac twin Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim That's just how I swim This how it ends Never see no one get this high again Globetrotter **** ***** that's just how I spin Word to my palm ***** I'm too locked in I hit 'em up ***** I'm 2Pac twin Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim I'm sorry I'm so sorry for what I've done
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