Huey

Lyrics

[Intro] How real is this? Cyhi!! [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] I'm from where them hammers rung In Atlanta's slums Pop a nigga sit and wait for the ambulance to come I know if you a shooter by the way you handlin' the gun Gamble and your done Shells burn like candles in the sun I'm not a fan of gun violence Nor having a strap but get popped once And I swear that you'll be scramblin' for one But our plans was to get funds and skate off the set So I mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch I'm from where the dudes rob and argue all day about Who's the best MC? Cyhi, Stacks or T.I While doggin' the GBI My bad I love Jeezy But I'm still the best to ever do it and I ain't even put a CD out So the next time you say the A ain't got no lyricists I just think you ain't got enough taste for this exquisite shit My verses are like Leviticus to the underprivileged I make music for the world You make music for a stripper-bitch-nigga [Hook: CyHi The Prynce] Black leather beret cap era Guns at your capitol take it to that measure It's Huey nigga it's Huey nigga Never been a victim, a rebel against the system Lames wanna diss him and women just wanna kiss him It's Huey nigga it's Huey nigga [Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce] This that God flow, what they nailed Jesus to the cross for And he came back three days after he died flow This Pablo, talkin' to kids in Chicago Mob flow, this that midget New Jersey Drive flow Side note, I wrote this rap with my eyes closed Bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor Costco, hoes sellin' they twat for a car note Benihanas and Roscoe's Picasso, Nas mixed with a Pac flow Rappers can't stand me, this that Grammy nod flow Let me stop though, cause I'm goin' digital with the syllables CyHi The Prynce, and I'm royalty like residuals These hoes score me they suppose to be hospitable When they in the house with a nigga that's not typical This not fictional, I run this bitch like ellipticals Can't another rapper come out of Atlanta if he not lyrical [Hook] [Verse 3: King Louie] This that Chiraq where out of towners die at I advise you book your flight now and fly back Gangland, banged in, what you claim fam Box Chevy's, Foreigns, buck 50 flow Young niggas got bitches at the 50 tho 50 pack done good drop off 50 more My city rough but I made it in it Trap house look like it's where canes invented Trust nobody even friends look got hate up in it Riding dirty with your bitch smoking "wait a minute" LA gon' ride with Drillinois and Decatur in it Niggas snitching I'm like way to win it Nigga looking like a state defendant My 4 door look like a 2 door My 2 door look like a 4 door I'm cuttin' up call me Zorro Hit him and his mans, get 'em a body bag Gimme a track and I'ma body that