Henny Tea
I like 4 shots of Henny in my ice tea
Niggas in my city try hard to get like me
Leather Cortez' shirt tucked, with some nice things
Promise death to any bitch nigga if he try me
Since 10th grade my nigga LP had the ice creams
Whole crew drip like the sky after lightning
Yo bitch pussy wet, she wit you, but she like me
Fe-fi-foe I'm in yo hoe like a giant
Slide out yo crib when you come home
Through yo side gate
She make my phone ring
And then I make her pussy vibrate
Fuck what Simon told her
I just tell her do what I say
She said she saw my gun
I told that hoe to get her eyes checked
211 in progress on yo mama street
Make yo homeboy set you up for a small fee
You the type of nigga real hard on the internet
Pussy nigga this 200 Tribe we ain't into that
Lost 4 racks in a day at my last show
I aint get mad, I pushed 4 out the back door
I can't see you bitches, all I watch is how the cash grow
Yo bitch think I'm handsome, her friends know I'ma asshole
Yup, I was broke then
Now a nigga up
In the cut wit 200 Harp, that my fuckin bruh
Elijah J, bro dont really play, he just hold the blower
Niggas asking bout they bitches
I can't help em I dont know her
Look I started minding my business
Then I start countin this gwop
I done lost about 4 niggas this past year I pray it stop
I done made about 100 racks at my legal 9-5
Took a trip to the Bahamas, I came back and quit my Job
Started businesses really nigga
I aint always have it right
I was feeling my way through this
I aint always have a sight
Kill a nigga he play wit me
Trade yo ego for yo life
I know my mama nervous
I text message her every night
Keep my name out cho mouth
Or get yo head shot at the light
I don't wanna be a killa
But it's possible I might
17 in the hand what he gone do if I try
I don't know, let me guess
I'ma live and he gone die
Bitch you see us, this 200
All my nigga bummin
We gone wear our own shit
And we gone get all of these numbers
You gone see us later and be mad that you aint fucked us
But I bet you still gone fuck us
And that why I don't trust ya, hoe
Niggas in my city try hard to get like me
Leather Cortez' shirt tucked, with some nice things
Promise death to any bitch nigga if he try me
Since 10th grade my nigga LP had the ice creams
Whole crew drip like the sky after lightning
Yo bitch pussy wet, she wit you, but she like me
Fe-fi-foe I'm in yo hoe like a giant
Slide out yo crib when you come home
Through yo side gate
She make my phone ring
And then I make her pussy vibrate
Fuck what Simon told her
I just tell her do what I say
She said she saw my gun
I told that hoe to get her eyes checked
211 in progress on yo mama street
Make yo homeboy set you up for a small fee
You the type of nigga real hard on the internet
Pussy nigga this 200 Tribe we ain't into that
Lost 4 racks in a day at my last show
I aint get mad, I pushed 4 out the back door
I can't see you bitches, all I watch is how the cash grow
Yo bitch think I'm handsome, her friends know I'ma asshole
Yup, I was broke then
Now a nigga up
In the cut wit 200 Harp, that my fuckin bruh
Elijah J, bro dont really play, he just hold the blower
Niggas asking bout they bitches
I can't help em I dont know her
Look I started minding my business
Then I start countin this gwop
I done lost about 4 niggas this past year I pray it stop
I done made about 100 racks at my legal 9-5
Took a trip to the Bahamas, I came back and quit my Job
Started businesses really nigga
I aint always have it right
I was feeling my way through this
I aint always have a sight
Kill a nigga he play wit me
Trade yo ego for yo life
I know my mama nervous
I text message her every night
Keep my name out cho mouth
Or get yo head shot at the light
I don't wanna be a killa
But it's possible I might
17 in the hand what he gone do if I try
I don't know, let me guess
I'ma live and he gone die
Bitch you see us, this 200
All my nigga bummin
We gone wear our own shit
And we gone get all of these numbers
You gone see us later and be mad that you aint fucked us
But I bet you still gone fuck us
And that why I don't trust ya, hoe
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Writer(s): Dishio Thomas
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