2024 Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: Lando Bando & J1Hunnit] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Had to put some crazy shit together for this one (1Hunnit) I ain't gon' lie, J1Hunnit (It's BlueStrip, baby) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse 1: J1Hunnit] Pape' on me like I filed a claim The Wockhardt smooth jazz how it ease the brain Chop with me, Ed Sheeran, I'll make it rain Drum on it like a band leader, John Coltrane Look, them boys had a short run, I had a longer reign Ghost Rider, I'm arrivin' with a danglin' chain Do your homework on this Hutch, I'm not J Mane Adam22, you gotta pay to hit my main [Verse 2: StanWill] Checkered Louis sneaks, but the Tesla plaid Be done broke the brakes, all I press is gas If you say it's up with us, you should invest in mags We got hot shit, these bopsticks'll split a vest in half In the lab more than Bill Nye, ganger real high I heard buddy talkin' real hot, bet he still die Bro'll creep up on him real sly tryna drill guy Ride with ganger 'til them wheels pop, bitch, we still lie [Verse 3: Sweet T] This bitch think she's a ten, her 'fit cost ten on Shein I'll chop an opp about the cheese, you would think I'm from Queens There's not one ounce of ho in my blood, soul, or genes You be cookin' up Big-Sweet-produced cuisine White as hell, but I'll fry an opp like perogis Don't press the clique, Dutch be smokin' bogies like stogies The chop stiff as hell, but it'll bend you like a yogi Sixty rounds in the mag, this bitch is built like a hoagie [Verse 4: Shaudy Kash] You can catch me uppin' dog shit screamin', "Can't Be Fucked With Records" All in a nigga section, diamonds all on my necklace It's a lot of pretty-ass hoes wanna sex me Tuh, you can catch me where the six be Bitch want me bad, she'll try to catch me in the six-speed Bitch, I been the one since sixteen Was smalltime, now a nigga in the big league Get the neck from a bitch, then I'm set like Big Beaver [Verse 5: TrDee] Catch me at the lab, might burn it down, I'm always droppin' fire I treat hoes just like some crackheads and throw 'em on the wire You know I'ma ball on these niggas until I retire It don't matter, I can do the Crocs or I can do designer Listen to me, I can be your teacher, teach you somethin', boy You don't want them shooters on your trail blazin', Brandon Roy Gotta live it up, your time somethin' that you can't avoid I see that you hurtin', ShittyBoyz, come and get employed [Verse 6: Prince Jefe] Dope so strong, we smacked this bitch with Roy Who that with the AR out the window yellin', "Free them boys?" My mama told me, "Watch these niggas, son, and keep the torch" Birds fly south in the winter, but I'm goin' north I caught a splinter, hold the wood like a newborn This a new whore, made a hundred off the last one Put this bitch in sport, try to flip me, pull a fast one Go and ask somethin', last nigga, he ain't last nothin' Whip out ARP, nigga, bag up I'm with the brick man, somethin' ain't addin' up The math ain't mathin', ho, I'm past dub Ain't no love in this shit, you better keep your gun [Verse 7: Jugg Harden] That bitch trust me, Ashanti, the bitch foolish Told the bitch I gotta put myself first, Lucious She ain't know I rap, turn her ass to a groupie Lil' rat bitch say she never had Pucci Bitch, call me Lonnie, do whatever I say That's like three exotic cars in the driveway Gave your bitch a wet ass, told her drive safe Don't call me Jugg no more, bitch, you talkin' to the bank Lil' bitch don't look good, she look great What come after seven, baby girl? Eight I ain't talkin' 'bout a feature when we hit him with a Drac' She smell like Chanel, but her attitude stank She said we wasn't fuckin', almost thought it was a prank Kill a rap nigga, then you move up a rank He an athlete in the field doin' two-a-days Soon as I see an opp, bet I turn to Pootie Tang [Verse 8: Big Money Rich] I been eatin' so much, I'ma grow a Gucci Mane I was servin' in the feds 'cause I had Tunechi pages Servin' in the hood now 'cause brodie got the 'caine in My baby catch hats and sell work, he like Kanan Too many F's on my record for expungement I been eatin' so much, I gotta start doin' crunches When I went to school, I was gettin' free lunches Now I graduated, sellin' donuts like Dutches [Verse 9: HomeAlone Drock] Turn my pain into lyrics, now I'm worth some M's Drinkin' 'til I'm stuck 'cause it hurt me still From the way a nigga talkin', we know you ain't real He ain't never risked his life, he don't got that skill [Verse 10: Certified Trapper] It's two things I ain't never seen, a rich bitch And a yop that'll never do a misfit Get wop, then a nigga get his bitch I ain't never switched up, but my wrist did I ain't never switched up, but my bitch did Fuck a belt to your ass, this a hitstick I could pull up, slap you on the bus, you know I'm with the shit You got her walkin' 'round like a puppy 'cause you hit the bitch You wouldn't never hit a nigga, but you go and hit a bitch You wouldn't never kill nobody, why you tryna hit that lick? What up, brodie? Leave your shit splotched, you gotta leave your kids You lookin' through your bitch phone just to try to see my wrist Polin', patrollin' 'round the block, you see my crib Ho did me like a Capri Sun, you see my ribs Room after room after room, MTV Cribs The M at the end of the year, I got my dibs [Outro: Certified Trapper] Stretch Gang, bitch, you know what the fuck goin' on, Dog Shit Militia