Hurtboyz

Lyrics

[Intro] Hurt, what it do? [Verse 1: Larry Loudpack] Wrap it up in the cellophane You won't believe me if I tell you mane (Plugg!) 30 deep, working night shift I swear to god, I can't go like this If it rain in this bitch, you gon' rust Brought bucks, so it ain't no fuss With few my funds I trust, if you don't, wanna see me then keep your eyes shut And now you're down, wearing Gosha, Gosha, Gosha Gosha Gotta ball, 'til it's over, over, over, over [Verse 2: Randy Provolone] I pulled up with a hoe you think you seen her before Randy John Cena when I flex on the floor You can see me in the cut, when I pour up a fo' I'ma fucking stunt, like Danny DeVito She told me buy her dinner, I bought her a damn farm Why you think shit funny, your bitch Angela Barnes On the scene headlights, that be looking like Christmas Always make it flip, 'cause Randy a gymnast And my dogs in the pound, just a little too vicious Y'all say y'all in L.A. but you be flexing L.A Fitness, yah [Verse 3: SenseiATL] Chopper got you posted on the wall, like a poster No Miami Vice, but I'm in that Testarossa Sipping quali' Tech, what the fuck is a mimosa? Whip, looking icy like it came from Nova Scotia Fuck about a label I got bands up in my pocket Stay juiced up, I got plugs like a socket No Johnny but we taking off, like rockets Got this lil' bitch at my spot, leaking like a faucet (Water, water) Boy a stain, you making a mess Look at my ring, you might say I'm blessed (Count it up) Boy a stain, you making a mess Look at my face, it cash hella checks (Cha-ching)