Huncho

[You don't really want it like that,
Pull up with the gang.
Tell your bitch that I can't be her man,
I'm just a fan.
I'm just tryna make a couple...]

[It's F-K-A Gang}

You don't really want it like that
Pull up with the gang.
Tell your bitch that I can't be her man
I'm just a fan.
I'm just tryna make a couple grand
Cash in my hand.
I gotta be living so cozy
That's facts, no bants.
Don't act like you don't know me
Where's your common sense
Man get dash-way, if he owe me
Run my pounds and pence.
'Cause You don't really want it like that
Pull up with the gang.
Tell your bitch that I can't be her man
I'm just a fan.

Some man just asked if I go by Dredd
Yeah uh huh
Who's asking, if it ain't money or a sweet one, I don't hear nudda
Dredd Huncho, Don Dada
Tryna make some guala with my brudda
Catch me smoking on a buddah
In a top down and it smell like rubber.
Man lookin rough and rugga,
Been workin, no time to stand up
Sewing garms all day, wahalla
But I score my goal on target, Mo Sallah
Don't matter cause I'm still Chateau
2002 yeah I'm smooth like butter
If she a baddie, might ask for her number
Call me Mr. Lover, like my name was Shaba
Need a bad ting like Shaba
Need a bad ting like Ella
Not May like Theresa-
Could never fuck with it cause I'm not that geezer
But I still wear blue-
Steeze with ice-
Like I just took it out a freezer
Move like General Cesar when I roam with gang-
Cause it always be our season

You don't really want it like that
Pull up with the gang.
Tell your bitch that I can't be her man
I'm just a fan.
I'm just tryna make a couple grand
Cash in my hand.
I gotta be living so cozy
That's facts, no bants.
Don't act like you don't know me
Where's your common sense
Man get dash-way, if he owe me
Run my pounds and pence.
'Cause You don't really want it like that
Pull up with the gang.
Tell your bitch that I can't be her man
I'm just a fan.



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Balogun
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