Hasbulla

Get in the fam van
Get in the back seat
He says he's working
Walk in his room he be relaxing
What's in the fridge boi I be faxing
What's in the fridge boi I be faxing

Lil homie I hope you hydrate
He stole his rhymes
That upped the crime rate
I gotta tell you, it ain't even poor
Settle down, game over
Reignite the score
Broski
All my teammates, all of them got diamonds
Segregate out differences, my broskis where divided
Stone cold to the heart
Stunner you out the park
Empathy was joke from the start
I just want you here in my arms

I want two mansions
Years later still get expansions
My shit can not be fathomed
So much drip
I be the son of Poseidon
Not called Jackson
Son of Poseidon
Drifting Forza horizon
Different aquatics, i be a leviathan
My money still rising, fast cars be driving
When he in it he happy
When he pull out he be crying
Do 'em dirty
Friendly Jordies
Don't want your mom she like forty
I don't wanna be apart of this boi
It kinda feeling porny
I want that girl she sporty
I be rick you Morty
One of the bois be acting up I spank him coz he acting naughty
This a new environment
Julek be adapting shortly
That boi don't got a good body
That's on insta no one cares about, your body



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Writer(s): Julian Sypka
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