Hunnit Round Hef

Lyrics

[Intro] Hunnit round Hef I be handy with the [?] (ungh) Disrespect the family, put the [?] to your granny (yeah) Slid your baby momma on her way to get a mani' (uh, huh) Fingerfuck her in the [?] and put my handle in the [?] (True) [Verse 1] Police pull us over the pedrico in the fanny We be pulling triggers, only thing you pull is hammys We be selling grams, don't give a fuck about a grammy Get the crutches for these suckers, heard these niggas can't Stand me See me then they panic, I'm a Black Market bandit Supply it they demand it, 'bout my green like Captain Planet My hoe's bad like Janet, haters can't understand it These niggas wanna be me when they see me they like damn it They say a penny for your thoughts but i say fuck that Quarter of the sour where my nuts at, fuck rap, trap life Nigga fix your face you better act right Put bullets in your scalp like some head lice These niggas know I'm dead nice, 2Pac Tre-Eight and that new Glock Twenty Thousand dollars in my shoe box And a hammer in my toolbox Tool time, sipping on that moonshine Started rapping now I got a new grind True no 2chainz, niggas at the bottom of the food chain Spit fire like I drank a fifth of butane You too lame, oh you bang? What you claim? Little nigga you don't really move 'caine Don't sell weed and don't move pills, what you slang? I got the mental of a manic depressant High off that herbal essence Ditching discretion I'm reckless with every fucking sentence Skipped out on court to get high I'm ducking the fucking sentence I'm the definition of ruckus, rushing the fucking entrance Bitches I bust and duck 'em, pass 'em off to fuck my henchman, cruel intentions, demented Couple of things I forgot to mention I was foul from a youngin' Thugging, like fuck detention I'm in another dimension Still sleeping nigga better pay attention All these thoughts in my brain Got a nigga 'bout to go insane [??], but i'm [??] that Kurt Cobain Never got a lot a love all a young nigga really know is pain They got my niggas in the jail, now them niggas trying to put me in the chains Baby girl I ain't trying to fuck all a young nigga really want Is brains Next dirty cop try to frame me, I'm put a bullet in his brains All my niggas gonna ride, every nigga stay in there own lane What your set? What you claim? Throw It up Let 'em know you gon' bang [Hook](x2) If it's true indeed I got what you need Money, hoes and weed Can't waste no time Money on my mind Steady on my grind Lead a life of crime And I can't look back I gotta move these raps I gotta move these packs I gotta get these stacks And i can't look back And i can't look back, And i can't look back And i can't look back ..It's true indeed I got what you need..