A Hunnid Degrees (feat. Yung Bull)

I done swerved out the GT3
Man, that bitch straight outta SCP
Wearing Margiela sweaters in the heat
Backwoods go better with a P
Yea, your bitch know I keep a lil piece
If I'm at your spot, ima keep it brief
Strip the boy right down to his briefs
He don't want that smoke
He don't want that beef

All of these hunnids ain't nothing to me
My chain and my wrist are a hunnid a piece
Turn this bitch up to a hunnid degrees
Ima keep running and gunning for cheese

Up on the street, I'm collecting my fees
Drive off the lot, new car, no keys
I'm in the burbs, pussy where you be?
Pull up on me, you leaving under sheets

Give kitty a beat and then leaving discreet
I got money to make and more bitches to meet
I'm whipping the Lamb and she whipping the Jeep
I remember the days I would whip Lamborfeetsies
I'm running the race and ya'll can't keep the pace
Your music and fits be like some feces
The chain, the wrist, the ring, the VVS bling, we call that a 3 piece

Once I get a lil fame, yea up on my name, Lil Rogy on repeat
The drugs I gotta obtain, they keep me contained, yea gimme the good green
And I ain't be up in the hood scene
I'm working to get on the big screen
Making this bitch isn't easy
Come up is coming, but I need a cheat sheet

I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea

Gripping my waist with the guap in the bag
We poppin more than a tag
Jet fuel gon' fill up the zag
Take a few puffs, then I lag
Clean tool, but got blood on the mask
Goons had to take out the trash
Pull off like a bandit
When I'm in a coup, I'm finna crash

These niggas be swearing that they is the cleanest, they drip is not dropping it doe
I hop on a boat
I hop off that bitch and I spend a lil bit on a new puffer coat
That bitch is a goat
She never gon choke when she giving me throat, it make me wanna float
Don't play with ya nose
Just add up them O's
And believe me that ZG is still puffin' dope

I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist, yea
I might just shoot up the place, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea, yea
If I go gripping my waist
Yea, yea,
If I go gripping my waist, yea

Brody might pop the trunk
Brody picked up the pump
Spend a milli in a month
I muddied up a double cup
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa
The money, it come and go
Whoa

(Bah, bah, bah)