The Whole House
Guns
Hella guns
So you better watch out for the bullets
All my fingers are on a trigger
So you better watch out when I pull it
Gold chains always on me like a mustache
Me and my homies always riding like a bus pass
Just like Hank Hill
You know I got green grass
Cover your ears
Cuz you know that we bust gats
And my weed so loud
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow down the house
When my crew comes through
We'll be bringing the sound
I got so many shooters
There's no telling which one will hit you
I got so many guns
I could probably start a militia
If I'm being honest there's guap in my mattress
I don't stay at the bank
I don't want your opinion
I don't really care what you think
If I'm being honest
I'm the man of the hour
I'm the man of the year
If I'm being honest
I'm not being honest about anything that you here
I'm lying (I'm lying)
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
And I whip it through the glass
But I never got the recipe
Somehow I just know
But I'm steady in the kitchen
And you know I'm not a baker
But I'm needing that dough
Flow so hot in my burn ya
Spf 5 0
And I got the ice
You think I'm nice
Like Captain Cold
Throw a few bowls in the stove when I'm starting out
Ingredients in the fridge
What you talking bout
You think it's hot in the kitchen
We ain't started yet
And all my pans got a burner
Yeah I got a set
Teams got to eat
Bleed on the streets
All hail the chef
Oh I mean the chief
Don't take a knee
Don't talk to me
Missed it by the skin of your teeth
Or your family trees
C'est la vie
Got to teach them how to count
My sounds a diamond in the rough
Your styles a quarter in the couch
They'll knock your teeth out of your mouth
And the say it's your fault
You should have kept them off the ground
That thin line isn't thin enough
Watching scary movies
Steady dyin in the cinema
Deus machina
Or machine
What would Martin think of this?
Probably "Damn Gina"
Hella guns
So you better watch out for the bullets
All my fingers are on a trigger
So you better watch out when I pull it
Gold chains always on me like a mustache
Me and my homies always riding like a bus pass
Just like Hank Hill
You know I got green grass
Cover your ears
Cuz you know that we bust gats
And my weed so loud
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow down the house
When my crew comes through
We'll be bringing the sound
I got so many shooters
There's no telling which one will hit you
I got so many guns
I could probably start a militia
If I'm being honest there's guap in my mattress
I don't stay at the bank
I don't want your opinion
I don't really care what you think
If I'm being honest
I'm the man of the hour
I'm the man of the year
If I'm being honest
I'm not being honest about anything that you here
I'm lying (I'm lying)
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
Fuck the whole house
And I whip it through the glass
But I never got the recipe
Somehow I just know
But I'm steady in the kitchen
And you know I'm not a baker
But I'm needing that dough
Flow so hot in my burn ya
Spf 5 0
And I got the ice
You think I'm nice
Like Captain Cold
Throw a few bowls in the stove when I'm starting out
Ingredients in the fridge
What you talking bout
You think it's hot in the kitchen
We ain't started yet
And all my pans got a burner
Yeah I got a set
Teams got to eat
Bleed on the streets
All hail the chef
Oh I mean the chief
Don't take a knee
Don't talk to me
Missed it by the skin of your teeth
Or your family trees
C'est la vie
Got to teach them how to count
My sounds a diamond in the rough
Your styles a quarter in the couch
They'll knock your teeth out of your mouth
And the say it's your fault
You should have kept them off the ground
That thin line isn't thin enough
Watching scary movies
Steady dyin in the cinema
Deus machina
Or machine
What would Martin think of this?
Probably "Damn Gina"
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Writer(s): Devonte Spencer
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