Sunkist, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: SmooVth] Yeah Shout out my nigga Hus, man Stu Bangas Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo [Verse 1: SmooVth] My son kissed his mother Told my brother Hus "Hey, man, this Sunkist is butter It's meant for lovers" The way my gun stutter Like the sound effects that niggas makin' in they raps But never let it clap There's fake hugs and daps, no slack We came in, chip on our back Years later, still ahead of the pack Snapple fat I drink my orange juice from the carton And shorty got, Sunkist tits, like Dolly Parton Pardon my French, but fuck it, I ain't never rolled a bench See, mama broke the mold in this bitch That's why we call this shit The Winners, nigga 'Cause all we ever did was win and make it bigger Without no piggybackin', without no co-signin' Just G-mackin' .38, in my fleece jacket Asthmatic with a weed habit Niggas is turtles and I'm the bunny rabbit What [Verse 2: NEMS] Yo, huh Baby, you could be the mascot for backshots (Brah) I bag shorty on the back blocks Now I got that pussy on a padlock (On a padlock) Don't mean to brag but, I can buy you titties with the ass shots (Facts) You know I'm all about that bag, ahk (That bag, ahk) She call me daddy now 'Cause I got more money than her dad got (Facts) Might handcuff her like a bad cop (Fuck it) My mans tryna bag her, and all her friends are mad thots (Mad thots) So we brought 'em to Coney Island (Coney Island!), that's the last stop (Ching!) Might throw yo' name in a rhyme, hoe (Rhyme, hoe) Might shoot the club up like I'm Chapo (Grrah) The dick made her crazy, shorty, where'd yo' mom go? (Where is she?) I'm a lil' lazy but you still mine thoooough (Haha) Don't even mention it (Don't even mention it) Welcome to Club Gunther, baby, here's your membership (Here's your card) Start actin' funny, we can end this shit (You can get it) Imagine gettin' all this pussy from your penmanship (Uh) [Verse 3: Hus Kingpin] Y'all usin' no hands, suckin' rappers all in your mouth We gotta knock your hustle (Uh-huh) That's unreasonable clout You famous? Huh, you feelin' the lies like blind painters (Blind) You always be on the outside or wherever you are (Wherever you are) Your brain cells in a cell, nigga, just minus the bars, huh (Uh-huh) You sleepin', smellin' the stars Drawn to it (Drawn) And that family you searchin' for, I was born into it (Born) Maybe yo' papa was a player, mama was a shaker (Uh-huh) All you come from bums and you prayin' for a savin' (Tsah) Well, I come from a Trini' king and a queen Beijing (Uh) What kinda love you was raised in? (Huh?) Poor thing (Hm) Now you niggas talkin' about money now (Huh) Welcome to it (Huh?) Now act like you had somethin', clown (Uh-huh) 'Cause if you got no class, we can't bring you around (Uh-huh) I told yo' bitch to run around Fat ass, big cups Tits round like Sunkist oranges I'm adorin' this Huh [Verse 4: Sage Infinite] Ayo All I need is more gun, nigga run wit' One bitch sweet as a soda, 'til again Sunkist (Huh) Lungs spit lethal as fuck, I'm with the dumb shit You bum bitch watchin' the game like [?] (Huh) These niggas is trash, these bitches is ass Like one of 'em call me broke, and I'm fixin' to blast (Blaow) Get fitted for cash, now who broke? Who want smoke? I got the latest strain for pain, who wanna toke? (Huh) Who want jope? The Heckler is ready, protected for fetti These rap fiends about to lean, injectin' them steady (Oh) Stats collide With these niggas, stats could fly Have 'em lookin' better than they are, they wack and high (Wack!) I'm askin' why What their skill they lack in I? Could write a verse on my worst and still pass 'em by (Fuck 'em) This glass is high A toast to The Winners at dinner And pray the pigs don't search us OT and them rentals Let's go [Chorus: Hus Kingpin] My Superdry look like a Sunkist (Yeah, uh) I suit and tie all them niggas you grew up with Uh!