Motorolla Music

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo let's make this quick man I got some money in front the building waiting for me man I can't be having this nigga waiting I gotta get these chips man Extortion man, you heard Hunnit Round Hef True [Verse] I lit the blunt with a match and then I ashed it The shit was massive, blew it and never passed it Hopped in the whip with the ratchet, it was classic Buried the body with Maverick, then I crashed it You could get stretched like elastic or gymnastics Bastards, choppers make you do back flips into caskets That's street tactics, pump in my hood, pay your taxes Take the bread from your mattress, and ya ass kicked Baby girl jump out the shower, take a bump of powder She sucked me dry for 'bout an hour as I smoke the sour I'm chasing money and the power, drowsy off them downers A Audi, same color as chowder, outtie on you cowards Back on the block, ash all on my elbows D-circle the block, stash the work in my shell toes The strap on me like velcro, you ain't know Cocaine flow, hit the booth, spit that propane flow I bought a line of Kurt cocaines blow off amazon You only keep your hammer on when the cameras on They don't respect you in the hood, you like a Hammer song I ain't gotta clap, my shooters always keep them hammers on Control the game like a analog, I hand 'em off Drugs, I supply 'em in varieties like a catalog I run New York like Giuliani, keep the tooly on me I'm a captain in the mob, you just a Mooliani Whores from Aruba, touching keys like computers I fly my shooters to Bermuda just to ride the scooters Left jab like Juda, disturb the peace like Luda Roll the Buddha, then I stashed it right back in her 'Cuda It's Lo Frazier, cool, cold as a glacier Erase ya, long range, shoot like a Pacer My drink resemble the Lakers for the paper I earthquake ya face, then blow the vapor [Hook] Drive slow, I got a body in the trunk Sawed off, riding shotty in the front, listening to dump Sipped out, rolling gotti's with the blunts My young boys kamikaze if you front, let a nigga stunt I pull the mask low, clap slower then grass grow Them slugs hot as Tabasco, you asshole It's Hunnit Round Hef, drive a nigga to the cliff and throw him to his death Next his bitch throw me neck