Hooligan (REMIX)

Lyrics

[Intro] You started it from the top? Damn I wish I could hear you It's all good If I mess up [Verse] I am not rapping a show, (show) The fuck I look like tryna prove in this? (yeah) Niggas will bite every flow (flow) And claim a young nigga influenced him (yeah) Been first, innovative like Elijah Woods bitch, I'm a hooligan. (yeah) Spittin my green street but still a gunner Make you drown and drip in this (ahh) Homicide crime scene that's murder on 1600, bitch (yeah) That's Wesley Snipes on the blade, (blade) I tax every bamma that's talking slick (yeah) Turn around then say you want a pic (yeah) These bitches are texting they want the dick (yeah) Can't do this without pay (uh) Baby please give me my blue hunnids Savin' face like a photo opp Say cheese when the camera turns my way Making movies like a dream Before inception casted Ellen Paige Take a look at my book From my jungle where mowgli can't even stay Tigers and bears oh my (huh) These rappers are selling lies Can't talk to me after 5 (huh) Baby come sit your thighs (huh) Right between chin and eyes (huh) Still only pulling dimes (huh) Killing by running defeat (huh) Now I got blood on my shoes (huh) Bitch I got blood on my hands (huh) Moving like thanos can't lose Double the v's you get the clue Niggas will never have to bruise Earning a stack in my revenues Baby, look i am the living proof I'm drip down black and gold (gold) The royalty lives in my flows (flows) Niggas still selling their souls For chicken change it is written mane I am living truth better check the name (hey!) I am born AkinG ya'll producing lames (ho!) I am ace of spades but I Never drink (hey!) Uno padre you know how the daygo (ho!) Wake up and stretch then check the bank (bank) Til I do more than my payroll (payroll) Baby, please give me my ben franks And make it flood so a nigga can swim solo Paint a pic, photo, Innocircle, logo Enterprise, promo, Top dawg, toto Flow nuts, loco (loco, nigga) Play for free? no no 8 figs, Ocho, 8 figs Ocho Still getting my cream (yeah!) All from living my dream spitting my streams Grass still green, sporting hats, no damn supreme Frontman Mrs. Ross (yeah) I paid the cost to be the boss (uh-huh) Still on the deep end and a nigga still yet to take a loss Ahh Yeah