H$4l
Same ol thug nigga, aye
HS4L, HS4L
Shoutout my brother nigga
K.Riley, bitch
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Platinum esv's
Look like trump in dis bitch
You ain't from over here
Don't even come thru this bitch
Certified steppas
We'll stomp on some shit
Real dope mane
Let my own unc take a hit
Gorillas from the ropes, it's a jungle
Always wondered
If the hood ain't take me under
Where I'm from pussies die
Ain't too many punks here
Couldn't swim in the waters
So he sunk here
They found him in the woods
Say he really stunk there
All my niggas silent
Like a buddhist monk yeah
Them kickers ain't the only 15's
In the trunk, yeah
Ar-15s leave a nigga slumped, yeah
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Pop ya like a pimple
If you wanna bump
Me no take take no kindly to threats
Who wanna romp
Show ya ass
We ain't tha ones to fuck it
It's them, or me, I ain't goin
Nigga fuck them
I'm gone lay you down
When I up this
Niggas want beef, then we lunchin
I want all the beef
Bitch it's scrumptious
I want all the smoke
Til I get lung cancer
Oh you with that shit
We'll leave you in a pamper
Red lasers to yo top
It's a head scanner
Wish a nigga wood, ima sand him
Put you in the dirt, like a planter
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Ain't no, turning down, its up
You know you fucked up
You fucked
You know we step
Bitch we stomp
You'll get bust round dis bitch
Leave you stuck like a glitch
Kick so hard, made me twitch
Burn a nigga, flame him
Murda gang, dat bang shit
Leave a nigga John Doe
They can't even name him
Fuck around
And get yo fuckin brain split, bitch
HS4L, HS4L
Shoutout my brother nigga
K.Riley, bitch
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Platinum esv's
Look like trump in dis bitch
You ain't from over here
Don't even come thru this bitch
Certified steppas
We'll stomp on some shit
Real dope mane
Let my own unc take a hit
Gorillas from the ropes, it's a jungle
Always wondered
If the hood ain't take me under
Where I'm from pussies die
Ain't too many punks here
Couldn't swim in the waters
So he sunk here
They found him in the woods
Say he really stunk there
All my niggas silent
Like a buddhist monk yeah
Them kickers ain't the only 15's
In the trunk, yeah
Ar-15s leave a nigga slumped, yeah
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Pop ya like a pimple
If you wanna bump
Me no take take no kindly to threats
Who wanna romp
Show ya ass
We ain't tha ones to fuck it
It's them, or me, I ain't goin
Nigga fuck them
I'm gone lay you down
When I up this
Niggas want beef, then we lunchin
I want all the beef
Bitch it's scrumptious
I want all the smoke
Til I get lung cancer
Oh you with that shit
We'll leave you in a pamper
Red lasers to yo top
It's a head scanner
Wish a nigga wood, ima sand him
Put you in the dirt, like a planter
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Same ol thug nigga
Hillside for life, ain't doin wrong
But I can't do right
Look like cocaine, came in all white
Trap outta hotel, check in tonight
Ain't no, turning down, its up
You know you fucked up
You fucked
You know we step
Bitch we stomp
You'll get bust round dis bitch
Leave you stuck like a glitch
Kick so hard, made me twitch
Burn a nigga, flame him
Murda gang, dat bang shit
Leave a nigga John Doe
They can't even name him
Fuck around
And get yo fuckin brain split, bitch
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Writer(s): Jessie Ross
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