H.A.B

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup] Don't make me hit your bitch Fast Money Boyz, Turn Around Gang SoGood I just hit a nigga bitch with my sticks on Turn Around Gang we them niggas getting that shit gone Aye, ran through all that work that you sitting on Real dope boys still trapping off a minute phone [Verse 1: FMB DZ] I just fucked a nigga bitch in my Buffs A hundred thousand dollars worth of vocals I ain't touch A nigga wanna bag get off yo ass come see us Better fuck her then reup, stay down now we up Turn Around Gang prolly catch me out the country Hell no I don't swipe, I got niggas come and punch it Tell that bitch to order up some business, I got munchies Imma fiend for the chicken, that shit turned me into junkie Put her on the road, she come back with my money Five hour drive, she turned around in Kentucky Taking her to the O, teach her everything I know So much money on the floor, I refuse to go broke Heart beating off that wrist, back hurting off that trip Brodie brought the rollie out, them lights hitting off his wrist She taking selfies in my sticks, heard you beating on yo bitch Fast Money Boyz we them young niggas with that shit [Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup] I just hit a nigga bitch with my sticks on Turn Around Gang we them niggas getting that shit gone Fast Money Boyz not them niggas you can shit on, this A1, this that shit I can sit on Aye, I just hit a nigga bitch with my buffs on Bitch that's twenty on the table , don't you move wrong Topside know that A1 still strong, turnaround, still getting all that shit gone, nigga [Verse 2: Eastside Reup] I just hit a nigga bitch with my buffs on Load on me holding weight like I'm Big Pun Fuck a nigga playing both sides, got to pick one Soon as I touch down with it, know that shit gone Two hundred grams ran through a flip phone Just hit a nigga hoe from the back playing Eighty's song Bag worth fifty, thirty on me, I got eighty on Big guns over here, if nigga's wanna play it wrong Got that one shit around here, better come get some We don't run out, we re-ing up before I send out Just hit a nigga hoe, after I fucked told her get out No I ain't playing I'm forreal, bitch get out Turn around, talk that one shit that they don't know about Like a five hundred ball sold out my dope-house Made forty five that's a lil price, ran through half, two fifty of em, that's in one night, nigga aye [Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup] I just hit a nigga bitch with my sticks on Turn Around Gang we them niggas getting that shit gone Fast Money Boyz not them niggas you can shit on This A1 This that shit I can sit on Aye, I just hit a nigga bitch with my buffs on Bitch that's twenty on the table Don't you move wrong. topside know that A1 still strong Turn around, still getting all that shit gone [Verse 3: Eastside 80's] Fucked yo bitch with my buffs on I can't see With this dick down her throat bet she can't breathe Pound her out from the back make her bust three Let her jump on that dick, she can fuck me Hitting niggas hoes with my shit was iceless She don't love me, she just wanna fuck the white sticks I might take a hoe out in public if she light skin Ocean Prime two hundred, but the pussy priceless L-L-Lobster mac, king crab legs, Hibachi lame I just love the tint, fuck yo bitch in some Versace shades One night with me, and the bitch gone think her life can change If her ass ain't got a job, send her out the way Put you on the hound, next week get your license straight If the pussy good, new furniture lights and cable Turn Around Gang we get fast money And then cash foreign ride em like a crash dummy [Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup] I just hit a nigga bitch with my sticks on Turn Around Gang we them niggas getting that shit gone Fast Money Boyz not them niggas you can shit on This A1 This that shit I can sit on Aye, I just hit a nigga bitch with my buffs on Bitch that's twenty on the table, don't you move wrong Topside know that A1 still strong, turn Around still getting all that shit gone