Hunnid

Bitch I got a hundred round drum
Fixing to go in boy I'm fixing to go dumb
Looking like a lick
Boy you looking like a bum
Acting like a kid
But I got the income
Got a bad bitch
That I never cum in
Got the nice kicks
And I got them pumping
Four in the cup
When it's past seven
Just hit the plug
Man what you selling
Got the good shit
Straight out of Durban
Mix it with some coke
And a little bourbon
Bad for my liver
Man fuck the organs
Don't mean to drive
But you know I'm swerving
Don't hit my line
When I say I'm working
Hop up on the mic
And I hop up on the mic
And I Hop up on the mic
And you know it's burning
Pull up on a kid
But now you nervous
Hex on the beat
Man what he serving
Coming with my shit
When I'm on the versus
Underground now
Bout to break the surface
Put me on the stage
And I raise the curtain
Under your skin
Like the hypodermis
Playin with my balls
Like she from the circus
I don't need a pen
When I'm writing like this
Cause I'm on my God shit
Boy I'm the nicest

Bitch I got a hundred round drum
Fixing to go in boy I'm fixing to go dumb
Lookin like a lick
Boy you looking like a bum
Acting like a kid
But I got the income
Got a bad bitch
That I never cum in
Got the nice kicks
And I got them pumping
Four in the cup
When it's past seven
Just hit the plug
Man what you selling
Got the good shit
Straight out of Durban
Mix it with some coke
And a little bourbon
Bad for my liver
Man fuck the organs
Don't mean to drive
But you know I'm swerving

Bitch I'm back now
But I never back down
Got the cash now
Only like ten thou
Tired of you fuckers
Stepping out of line
Out of bounds
When I come around
Talkin shit bout
What I'm not about
But I'm top dog
Like I'm K-Dot
Better watch out before
I hit you with the red dot
Headshot what you know about
Boy I'm feeling like a great
Rising out the underground
Rising out the crates
Step up to the mic
And I'm coming out the gates
All you mother fuckers out of date
What you know about that triple eight
Fixing to kill the game boy
I'm fixing to exterminate
If you on a track with me
You better hold your weight
Feeling like a king
Now you better check mate
Give me my ring
Cause I'm fixing to take the game
You is just a fake
You is not what you claim
Better watch out with the bussdown
Fixing to hit a stain
And it's mine now
Don't believe that
Then you find out
Hundred round drum
Yeah you know now
Hundred round drum
And you know now
I'm going to blow up there is no doubt
I'm going to blow up there is no doubt
I'm going to blow up there is no doubt

Bitch I got a hundred round drum
Fixing to go in boy
I'm fixing to go dumb
Looking like a lick boy
You looking like a bum
Acting like a kid
But I got the income
Gotta bad bitch
That I never cum in
Got the nice kicks
And I gottem pumping
Four in the cup
When it's past seven
Just hit the plug
Man what you selling
Got the good shit
Straight out of Durban
Mix it with some coke
And a little bourbon
Bad for my liver
Man fuck the organs
Don't mean to drive
But you know I'm swerving



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link