Hully

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh (Um, Reuel, stop playing) No fuckin' cap, stop playin' I'm done I'm done sayin' I'm done playin' Back in that one bag Huh [Verse] I'm done sayin' I'm done playin', I'm a pit Wilt Chamberlain, I can drop a hundred on a kit And I know magic, I can turn an onion to a brick I ain't never by myself 'cause I ride with my blick Huh, when you see them strikers outside, it's a hit I done lost fights, still'll hit a nigga in his shit I be outside everyday, chillin' in my kit New 'fit, fresh as shit, make the bitches throw a fit Get your tongue shot the fuck up thinkin' I'm a lick Bein' broke made me sick, man, that shit made me itch I done took so many L's (Huh?), time to get a win I be hittin' other niggas' hoes when I want revenge I pray God let me in even though I sin I get money, go to sleep, wake up, do it again I don't know how I ain't fat yet when I eat the most I know all the killers love me, that's why I keep 'em close I told Hutch bless me with a brick, not a ki' of coke I heart all the bitches that ain't fucked me when I was broke We be all outside with the jewelry on Hit the woof, make a call, then the woof be gone I got blow, I got 'bows and hoes, I got two, three, fours In the 650, same car as the Lukey song When your bitch give me head, I put it on cruise control I just do that to make sure I don't lose control If I get mad at you, I'ma slut your bitch out My young nigga don't never leave the brick house (Huh?) If it's on the floor, he gon' air that bitch out The hook lookin' for that white, bitch, get out, huh I wasn't always ballin', I had to sit out Wild man yellin' at his young nigga, push that shit out I'ma stack a hundred M's, do it again, that's what this shit 'bout Huh, I seen niggas gettin' to the cheese, I couldn't miss out Huh, I be gettin' money, they can't stand it Every time I make another ten, rubber band it You be runnin' off on niggas, you a bandit Hm, he ain't stand in no business, so I banded I be hittin' other niggas' hoes, that shit random Me and Fler, Kiki, and the pros, we a tandem He wanna pay the lows for the 'bows, I'm a gandem Come here, lil' baby, talk to me, where your man at? If you ain't got no pussy for me, where the head at? Young black nigga ridin' in a red Scat Always chase my rear views, where the feds at? If I ain't somewhere gettin' money, then I'm layin' back, no cap, huh I'm on that If we knock his head off, it ain't gon' grow back I like to ice my bitch tab, then her whole neck (Huh) What I want more than pussy? Some more checks If I ain't gettin' no money, I don't want sex I don't break her down, I move weight now, BowFlex Skilla, where you've been? Where you at? I'm where the pros at I'm probably somewhere with your favorite ho havin' G.O.A.T sex Hm, baby, don't tell on who we was fuckin', they don't know that Hm, before you open up your mouth, baby, close that If you open up your mouth, hit the road, Jack I done lost friends and money, where my pros at? Huh, I don't want no hoes, bae No refund on drugs, I ain't takin' nose back You was gettin' smacked up, you ain't never sold smack If I don't make five thousand, I ain't goin' home, Jack No cap, huh, I said no cap Let my dreads hang, I ain't wearin' no hat Hm, put my balls on the plane, they get flown back I look like a civilian, they don't know I'm on that I'm on that, huh, I say I'm on that If it don't got no money for me, I don't wanna go back Nigga play me, pull the clippers out, push his 'fro back They gon' zip him up or stitch him up and try to sew that, huh [Outro] You know that Skilla Baby