Hyenas
It's Eskimo
I'm a hyena for real nigga
Fuck how you niggas feel
Aay
We in this bitch
Lil Moon
Eskimo
Let's get it
Bitch you fucking with a nigga that's getting some money
Buss n down blocks steady serving them junkies
I don't give a fuck about him cuz that nigga a flunky
Fucking round with the coward have me being with bunky's
I don't really give a fuck bitch I'm getting money
If a nigga talking tough shit I leave him funky
I don't really give a fuck bitch I'm getting money
If a nigga talking tough shit I leave him funky
Light shit got a ice wrist
The same color as my bitch
Baby its Mo ima hold it down like a wrestler for priceless
Price tag on a nigga head
I'll bust his shit watch the blood drip
Money long off the cell phone but if you talking wrong I won't answer it
Like a black and mild I got a filter tip
I'll take you out like a cancer stick
Nino I cancel a bitch
Take your body part dismantle your shit
Got the full clip won't leave till it's empty its your boy Eskimo you already know I got plenty
Of them blue faces when I stare off in them places money long like shoe laces money bag never offended
Made them mad with the fetty
These niggas ain't ready slow down still can't catch me
Betta catch up cuz you know it's on na flo
You can hear the money counter in the blender to the door
Tell me how it feel when you see me on idarose eating good like uncle Phil I bet you feel stupid like cole
Pockets on a Shirley I caught him on a early had a nigga dripping wetter than a damn Jerry curly
Ohhhh
Damn
Kandy from the grams
Got buck shots like Pam
That a put your ass down
Ohhh
Damn
Got kandy from the grams
Got buck shots like Pam
That a put your ass down
No I can't trust em
Everything custom
Everything I got off the muscle
Fold a nigga bitch like a pretzel
The way a nigga flexing
Got these hoes thinking ima wrestler
Thinking of compressors
Got to get this bread ain't mean necessary I got to get aggressive
Buss a nigga head leave it messy
Leave a nigga brain n his teeth on his bestie
Make sure I don't miss bitch
Got to get rich
If you a snitch you get Lilo and stitch
If you sit down then you bound to get rich
The plan is to a little more on our ranch
Levels to get out the hood for a change
We don't need no pain
Searching for sunshine in the rain
Thankful for guide me thru all this dangerous terrain
I'm at war with my brain
Fiction and nonfiction is one and the same
I'm a king so I reign supreme keep searching for colors that naturally beam
Get the pack gone quick
Get it gone in a week
Always keep one in the head
Then put the process and repeat
In the streets I'm a night stalker
Black benz but my bitch darker
Even in the church and a nigga sharper
Real flying saucers fast moon walker
Animosity keep a nigga broke
Gun in the throat it's easy to choke
Eyes open some eyes close
Once you pull the trigger shit thats all she wrote
Got the bag from the streets
They do not know you they requesting me
We go eat til we obese
After supper comes another feast naw fr naw fr
All touchdowns no fumbles nigga
Niggas know what's going on
Real messiah nigga the real truth in the booth let's go
I'm a hyena for real nigga
Fuck how you niggas feel
Aay
We in this bitch
Lil Moon
Eskimo
Let's get it
Bitch you fucking with a nigga that's getting some money
Buss n down blocks steady serving them junkies
I don't give a fuck about him cuz that nigga a flunky
Fucking round with the coward have me being with bunky's
I don't really give a fuck bitch I'm getting money
If a nigga talking tough shit I leave him funky
I don't really give a fuck bitch I'm getting money
If a nigga talking tough shit I leave him funky
Light shit got a ice wrist
The same color as my bitch
Baby its Mo ima hold it down like a wrestler for priceless
Price tag on a nigga head
I'll bust his shit watch the blood drip
Money long off the cell phone but if you talking wrong I won't answer it
Like a black and mild I got a filter tip
I'll take you out like a cancer stick
Nino I cancel a bitch
Take your body part dismantle your shit
Got the full clip won't leave till it's empty its your boy Eskimo you already know I got plenty
Of them blue faces when I stare off in them places money long like shoe laces money bag never offended
Made them mad with the fetty
These niggas ain't ready slow down still can't catch me
Betta catch up cuz you know it's on na flo
You can hear the money counter in the blender to the door
Tell me how it feel when you see me on idarose eating good like uncle Phil I bet you feel stupid like cole
Pockets on a Shirley I caught him on a early had a nigga dripping wetter than a damn Jerry curly
Ohhhh
Damn
Kandy from the grams
Got buck shots like Pam
That a put your ass down
Ohhh
Damn
Got kandy from the grams
Got buck shots like Pam
That a put your ass down
No I can't trust em
Everything custom
Everything I got off the muscle
Fold a nigga bitch like a pretzel
The way a nigga flexing
Got these hoes thinking ima wrestler
Thinking of compressors
Got to get this bread ain't mean necessary I got to get aggressive
Buss a nigga head leave it messy
Leave a nigga brain n his teeth on his bestie
Make sure I don't miss bitch
Got to get rich
If you a snitch you get Lilo and stitch
If you sit down then you bound to get rich
The plan is to a little more on our ranch
Levels to get out the hood for a change
We don't need no pain
Searching for sunshine in the rain
Thankful for guide me thru all this dangerous terrain
I'm at war with my brain
Fiction and nonfiction is one and the same
I'm a king so I reign supreme keep searching for colors that naturally beam
Get the pack gone quick
Get it gone in a week
Always keep one in the head
Then put the process and repeat
In the streets I'm a night stalker
Black benz but my bitch darker
Even in the church and a nigga sharper
Real flying saucers fast moon walker
Animosity keep a nigga broke
Gun in the throat it's easy to choke
Eyes open some eyes close
Once you pull the trigger shit thats all she wrote
Got the bag from the streets
They do not know you they requesting me
We go eat til we obese
After supper comes another feast naw fr naw fr
All touchdowns no fumbles nigga
Niggas know what's going on
Real messiah nigga the real truth in the booth let's go
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Writer(s): Roland Hester
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