HUNDREDS

Lyrics
[Intro] Fuck (Fuck) Come on Come on (Woah), huh, yeah (Yeah) [Chorus] Blue hunnids, new backend too (What? Yeah) Ain't nothin' that I can't do (I can't do) You wanna get rich? Then come take a risk and get in my shoes (Yeah-yeah; Yeah) Shootin', the flick of my wrist, I teach 'em to ball, I took 'em to school (Yeah) Been at the top of the list, I'm keepin' it real and keepin' it true (Yeah, true that) I just pull up on your bit', I tell her to spit, she say, "Hawk tuah" (Hawk tuah; What?) I'ma just die by the soil, just playin', we cut out a toots (Soil, yeah) I go and bought out the store, who sayin' we play by the rules? (Bitch, I don't play by the rules) [Verse] Yeah, ain't pussy 'bout that good (That good) Rick, not Vivienne Westwood (Westwood) Yeah, I'm good in the damn 'hood (What?) You try it, you die where you damn stood (Yeah) I flex for the cameras (What?) I knock the ho out of my planner (Yeah) They talk, I don't understand nothin' (Yeah-yeah) He bleed how I bleed, I don't fear nothin' Hold on, let me, bitch wan' pick me, James, I popped out, Ricky Up, shit get tricky, I had to cut off a ho 'cause I got too many, yeah I can get rich right now, and I'll still have a shooter hop-out of that Bentley (Woah) They on my dick right now, gotta get off my piece 'fore they shit get empty (Get off my dick) Lil' ho, get back (Yeah, get back) I ain't your nigga, he wack (He too wack) Fuck niggas don't get no dap (Dap) I've been the one off the bat (Off the bat; Yeah) Jet hit a ho, get a cab (Out of here) All these opp niggas do bad (Bad) I just popped a brand-new tag (Oh, yeah) I'm protected, never lack (Oh, yeah; Yeah) [Chorus] Blue hunnids, new backend too (What? Yeah) Ain't nothin' that I can't do (I can't do) You wanna get rich? Then come take a risk and get in my shoes (Yeah-yeah; Yeah) Shootin', the flick of my wrist, I teach 'em to ball, I took 'em to school (Yeah) Been at the top of the list, I'm keepin' it real and keepin' it true (Yeah, true that) I just pull up on your bit', I tell her to spit, she say, "Hawk tuah" (Hawk tuah; What?) I'ma just die by the soil, just playin', we cut out a toots (Soil, yeah) I go and bought out the store (Bought), who sayin' we play by the rules? (Yeah)
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Rekover Jet