Honcho Style 4
NOAHINHISBAG, bitch
Ayy, took hella guap, spent it on VVs,
red bitch look like she hopped out a TV
You love her, I call her my lil freak,
I'm shopping, that clip go as long as my receipt
Should've been sleep, had too much codeine,
designer touch all of my body like lotion
In Nordstrom,
my helper just got promotion, president shit, my bitch the FLOTUS
(Racks, racks, racks) Ayy, haha
Heat seekers too, we just call them,
stay focused, niggas talk down, we gon' bet who the brokest
Gave your ho back, I ain't even that bogus,
took the long route, I wasn't even that focused
In Ron of Japan, eyelids low, I'm part of Japan
Five, six hoes, ain't none of them staying,
like nine, tens holes in one of your mans, bitch
They talk it I live it, I put it in motion,
I'm on the land, but my neck in the ocean
Did this alone, this call for a toasting,
my pockets inflated, don't care what a ho say
What she can do,
take this work straight to Jose,
ain't no more hoagies, I'm eating all gourmet
She don't get shit but this dick at her
doorway, she ain't my type, I done seen it all
Ahead of my opps, I done beat 'em all,
they going backwards, I'm not at all
Going YSL crazy, I bought it all, ain't no more money, I took it all
Thinking bout grabbing an Audemar,
chopper protect me, I call it an Otterbox
Dot up your body like chickenpox,
you ain't heard shit but "di-di-di-dit"
Ain't no backseat, the engine in it,
find out your lolo and send 'em in it
He want a break we ain't giving him shit, Helmut Lang, Vetement shit
Twin freak sisters, veteran shit, K on the K of your letterman jacket
Crossing shit out like a tournament bracket,
this jet get to shaking, that's turbulence, baby
Foenem don't work, he a murderer, baby,
buying the mall, I'ma purchase a baby
She say I smell like good weed and burnt
rubber, I understand 'cause I been donating, baby
Smoking sherbet with a bitch I don't know,
Honcho Gang shit at the top from the low
First nigga try it, he probably went ghost
Haha, ayy
Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
Takeover shit, man, you already know what the fuck going on, man
H4, man, we in a whole new lane, man
Haha, ayy
Ayy, took hella guap, spent it on VVs,
red bitch look like she hopped out a TV
You love her, I call her my lil freak,
I'm shopping, that clip go as long as my receipt
Should've been sleep, had too much codeine,
designer touch all of my body like lotion
In Nordstrom,
my helper just got promotion, president shit, my bitch the FLOTUS
(Racks, racks, racks) Ayy, haha
Heat seekers too, we just call them,
stay focused, niggas talk down, we gon' bet who the brokest
Gave your ho back, I ain't even that bogus,
took the long route, I wasn't even that focused
In Ron of Japan, eyelids low, I'm part of Japan
Five, six hoes, ain't none of them staying,
like nine, tens holes in one of your mans, bitch
They talk it I live it, I put it in motion,
I'm on the land, but my neck in the ocean
Did this alone, this call for a toasting,
my pockets inflated, don't care what a ho say
What she can do,
take this work straight to Jose,
ain't no more hoagies, I'm eating all gourmet
She don't get shit but this dick at her
doorway, she ain't my type, I done seen it all
Ahead of my opps, I done beat 'em all,
they going backwards, I'm not at all
Going YSL crazy, I bought it all, ain't no more money, I took it all
Thinking bout grabbing an Audemar,
chopper protect me, I call it an Otterbox
Dot up your body like chickenpox,
you ain't heard shit but "di-di-di-dit"
Ain't no backseat, the engine in it,
find out your lolo and send 'em in it
He want a break we ain't giving him shit, Helmut Lang, Vetement shit
Twin freak sisters, veteran shit, K on the K of your letterman jacket
Crossing shit out like a tournament bracket,
this jet get to shaking, that's turbulence, baby
Foenem don't work, he a murderer, baby,
buying the mall, I'ma purchase a baby
She say I smell like good weed and burnt
rubber, I understand 'cause I been donating, baby
Smoking sherbet with a bitch I don't know,
Honcho Gang shit at the top from the low
First nigga try it, he probably went ghost
Haha, ayy
Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
Takeover shit, man, you already know what the fuck going on, man
H4, man, we in a whole new lane, man
Haha, ayy
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Writer(s): Camaron Washington, Noah Gabriel Steed
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