Hunnid (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Toohda Band$] Nigga, I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred [Verse 1: Toohda Band$] [?] we tryna pop a nigga pumpkin Ain't no shortage over here, the whole squad getting money You can tell I'm eating good, bitches say I'm getting chubby I ain't even touch your bitch, she just like I look like money In the trenches where it's dark, I wear my chains to make it sunny [?] we just know [?] [?] without the seel, I shake my head cause he a dummy I ain't never chasing bitches, I'm too busy chasing money Chains dancing, Roli bussing, we ain't faking Glock on me, I got choppers in the basement Catch an opp, we let him drop, it ain't no waiting [?] money than you basic Drunk [?] because I bought it just to taste it I was taught that nigga tried to run, you better go and chase him I done made a lotta thousands, on my grannie, ain't no faking Niggas pillow talk forever, when they see me, they don't say shit Caught his bitch looking at my wrist, and made his face twitch Any beef I got, I'm dropping 50 to erase it I know some real killers, broad day, you get your face hit Doing a hundred, tryna switch the lane, I [?] [Chorus: Toohda Band$] I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred [Verse 2: DaBoii] In the bay I fuck for free, only pay to eat I was bagging weed, before I learned my ABC's [?] jewelry on, just me and David B Road trip with my sons, I'm hidin dope in his baby seat Bought her [?], but I'm telling her it's Gucci I'm drinking syrup, bitch, quit telling me I'm moody Tryna pay me for a feature, [?] won't even move me Got a bitch from East Oakland, she love when I call her Boosie Eh don't book me for no shows, if I don't get [?] Fuck around, and pull a blick out on a crowd Bitch, get back When niggas have flat screens, we had TV's with the big macs [?] Gucci socks, but I'm ghetto, so they mismatch [Chorus: Toohda Band$] I been wok dropping, [?] road running Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running Only time I excersize is when I'm fucking on your woman I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred [Verse 3: BFB Da Packman] I ain't worried 'bout a thing, chop fully with a hundred [?] with this gun [?] uzi or the [?] What you sparking up? Smell like dooky in the blunt Hell na that ain't [?], [?] in the cut She like daddy why you trippin? I get moody off the drugs Doing anything, pour the [?] in the [?] You can't top me while I'm driving, [?] fuck Pull up on a nigga block, [?] Thinking you my only bitch, you trippin bitch as well Voices in my head, got me trippin on myself Seen an opp, he in the mall, [?] shitted on himself [Chorus: Toohda Band$] I been wok dropping, [?] road running Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running Only time I excersize is when I'm fucking on your woman I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred