Hunit

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? Real Gutter Shit Am I in the what? [Verse 1] The crowd goes wild (Wild), niggas took my style Used to be fucked up, look at me now Dame have these hoes tryna fuck right now Have a bitch drippin' when she see a nigga smile (Mwah) Used to rock the True Religion jeans with the ten bows (Yeah) Now I'm dipped in Mike Amiri denim, cost a quarter 'bow Look like it's gon' be a while 'fore you touch a load I ain't throwin' shit 'til you bend it over, touch your toes RGS the mafia, bitch, we ain't come to play (Nah) Hoes goin' brazy 'bout that young nigga Dame (RGS, RGS) Three-four chains, all-white Cartiers (Fuck) Been had the hoes since I was in sixth grade You don't even know the gang 'bout to go up Ice so froze up, lil' bitch chose us Cocky-ass nigga walkin' 'round with his nose up (Yeah) Late as hell, tryna hit the road, Meech froze up Fresh-ass nigga ridin' hundred with a bankroll Lookin' for a rich-ass bitch with a deep throat [Chorus] You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred Bitch, my bag worth a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Racks) Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred This big chop got a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Yeah) Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred My ice kit cost a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred [Verse 2] FN on my waist, got the AR outside Rollin' up a 'Wood and I'm already high Twenty-six Forgis got me sittin' so high Keep this shit real, these rap niggas tellin' lies You ain't 'bout no money, I can see it in ya eyes Don't talk about weed 'cause I smoke different kinds Don't talk about hoes 'cause I got different kinds All got boyfriends but they all mine High as dog shit, all thirteen lines Hit her from the back, make the dick touch her spine Bitch dipmotized, say she love me all the time (I love you) I say I love her too, but the bitch know I'm lyin' They don't even know the gang 'bout to go up 19 poured up, 'bout to make me throw up Niggas wanna be like Damedot when they grow up Make big flips, so I bought money to throw up (Hey) Fresh-ass nigga ride foreign with a bankroll Lookin' for a rich-ass bitch with a deep throat [Chorus] You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred Bitch, my bag worth a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Racks) Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred This big chop got a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Yeah) Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred My ice kit cost a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred