H2K

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Rob, I think the feds is listenin') Money, murder, mayhem Money, murder, mayhem Money, murder, mayhem Money, murder [Verse 1] That's what we livin' like I wish I could make this shit up, this shit ain't feelin' right I know it's a snake around us, huh, all these slimes, huh? They tryna line us up, heard they put it on my mind, huh That hundred thousand ain't enough, money, murder, mayhem Ain't pay no money to get you murdered, I just shake hands Of course you could ride around in your city where everybody friends Better stay in your lane, lil' nigga, before you hit a traffic jam Hey, won't let up, we can't afford another chopper jammin' Gassed the rental up, we can't afford losin' another package Huddle up, it's time to hit 'em with a play action I charged my youngin up, he throwin' bullets like Lamar Jackson They got some lil' money, now they wanna turn they gangster up When these niggas see Lonnie, man, these niggas have they jewelry tucked You was blamin' me for robberies, I was really a half a million up Man, these niggas can't stop me, man, that headshot ain't even enough [Chorus] Yeah, they want me dead, but I'm H2K With a bullet in my head that charged the next day Hard to kill, "How the fuck we can't get Lonnie out the way?" We both got mils, only difference ain't no fuckin' hoes this way We was like that, nigga, before the pape' We made y'all go get scaredy in y'all own states We ain't with the peace make, we with the take take Yellow tape, no license plate, nigga, I'm really H2K [Verse 2] Hey Catch him leanin', put his brains all in his— Catch him leanin', put his brains all in his fuckin' drank Tuh, see what he thinkin' Huh That's what he get for thinkin' that this shit safe They think I'm duckin' rect, but I already suited up, nigga, for the game Lil' bro said let him step, he stumped the yard with that baby Drac' They said I'm scared 'cause I left him dead, he don't know I'm the one sendin' all the yay He don't know we gettin' ninety off a ki', that's why I ain't dropped a mixtape You can throw your rocks and hide your hand, nigga, all you want Next time you send a hit, tell your man make sure I'm gone Tell me somethin', did I take your Rollie or your lil' ho? Go tell 'em nothin', nigga, get a store, it's time to rodeo [Chorus] Yeah, they want me dead, but I'm H2K With a bullet in my head that charged the next day Hard to kill, "How the fuck we can't get Lonnie out the way?" We both got mils, only difference ain't no fuckin' hoes this way We was like that, nigga, before the pape' We made y'all go get scaredy in y'all own states We ain't with the peace make, we with the take take Yellow tape, no license plate, nigga, I'm really H2K