Happy Hour

Lyrics

[Intro: King Hendrick$] (Rell on the Track) (Jxckk just want a drink) My niggas My niggas turnin' mansions into— ayy I'm from the bottom, man, this shit like left, right Do me a favor, play with us and get yourself wet All I do is sip lean 'cause the check fat But the check fat, them the correct facts [Chorus: King Hendrick$] Yeah, come on, back where I left at Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that I got rich in the region of the wetbacks It's like the plug the only one to sеnd the care package Young nigga scratchin' off in thеm Hellcats My niggas turnin' mansions into meth labs [Verse 1: King Hendrick$] I'm in the trap all day, no cash back I'm like Mercedes, I could sell a nigga air bags I put 'em on the Greyhound, I'm on a fast track I turn a label down for this backpack The valet never get the keys to the red Benz I play that nigga like my right and my left hand I carry two FNs, them my best friends Quarterback a play, they pay me all Redskins It's no bet if you only wanna bet ten It's no bet if you only wanna bet ten You should've called me back when I was at the Red Inn Should've called me, I was livin' at the—, nigga Tellin' DZ we gotta go to AZ A better number for the oranges like KD A number high on the board like waist-deep I'ma stay real, I just gotta stay free [Chorus: King Hendrick$] Yeah, come on, back where I left at Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that I got rich in the city of the wetbacks It's like the plug the only one to send the care package Young nigga scratchin' off in them Hellcats My niggas turnin' mansions into meth labs [Verse 2: FMB DZ] I got niggas sellin' H, them fetty blues is set for life Them green boxes will too, my hustle finally fell through My hands in all kinds of shit, you know how the grind get Lately, I been on the road, that's who I spend my time with I'm a nigga with a route for real, did this shit without a deal Touch down, move the whole bag, bitch, we outta here Turn-around after turn-around, yeah, I gotta steal I'll never double-cross my mans for a dollar bill Catch me out in Houston, me and Hendo 'bout to crack a seal You ain't never felt this type of feeling, probably never will Ain't no point of you gettin' in this car if you ain't tryna kill My lil' nigga a minor whackin' shit, he think he BabyDrill [Chorus: King Hendrick$] Yeah, come on, back where I left at Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that I got rich in the city of the wetbacks It's like the plug the only one to send the care package Young nigga scratchin' off in them Hellcats My niggas turnin' mansions into meth labs [Outro] (Rell on the Track) (Jxckk just want a drink)