Harina
Real cult from the jump
Back in the rooms doin bumps
You ain't know? wrapped it up
Kept all my grades up
While I passed it the class
I ain't playing about my bucks
Been about my bag you was praying for some luck
I was on them missions getting bitches never cuffed
Gangbangin' was the only way for us
Throwin' up that set every photo had some dubs
Red eyes, Cracked signs, Chicago still I love
Chased a couple bitches broke a couple hearts
Got a style you can only dream of
You wish your man can look as good as me huh
I ain't playing with these fuck boys, better ease up
Count the cheese up
Tryna cop them pieces for the season
You spill up on this fleece a get creased up
I'm with my demons
Fucking up these streets for no reason
Gotta do it for my momma, if you in the way I'm pulling with the drum up
Im'a fire up this bitch like it's summer
They talking out they ass cuz they mouth is full of shit
I'm still a rebel in this bitch, don't you try to rebel with the kid
Bitch
I'ma boss and that ain't gonna change
It's still dues over paid 'til the grave is made
You can call me what you wanna
Shit ain't gonna phase me like the sun up
Bitch, I'm Cultboyz 'til the number call up
Yeah
Goddamn
Uh
And still
They talk but I don't hear a word
I've been out with the flock, on the block flippin' birds
Middle fingers to the opps, getting on they nerves
Wolf pack with the boyz, it's a gift and curse
You could never be with the clique so stop
New drops too hot and you flop
Yo bullshit ain't in our wave
You really ain't bout that action, get the fuck out the way
You ain't gotta ask, you ain't gotta beg
Pull up get a chop and a sweep with the leg
I'm always in the move man, i'm barely in the bed
Got your bitch on my lap, running laps with the head
We sick, pour four for the cough
Roll through four blocks banging that new slipknot
We are not your kind
Might as well stop
Cuz we getting all the bands so you should kick rocks
What's the word
I'm absurd
Riding deep up in a monte bitch i'm sure
In a monte or a Benz man, i'm riding uninsured
Cup of purp just for Yams that's for sure
Double flip this bag is doubling what i'm worth
Bring your girls, bring your girls, bring the girls
And I'm probably gettin' all up on they nerves
Cuz JT dropped another verse
I'm the greatest in the city better yet the fuckin' world
Back in the rooms doin bumps
You ain't know? wrapped it up
Kept all my grades up
While I passed it the class
I ain't playing about my bucks
Been about my bag you was praying for some luck
I was on them missions getting bitches never cuffed
Gangbangin' was the only way for us
Throwin' up that set every photo had some dubs
Red eyes, Cracked signs, Chicago still I love
Chased a couple bitches broke a couple hearts
Got a style you can only dream of
You wish your man can look as good as me huh
I ain't playing with these fuck boys, better ease up
Count the cheese up
Tryna cop them pieces for the season
You spill up on this fleece a get creased up
I'm with my demons
Fucking up these streets for no reason
Gotta do it for my momma, if you in the way I'm pulling with the drum up
Im'a fire up this bitch like it's summer
They talking out they ass cuz they mouth is full of shit
I'm still a rebel in this bitch, don't you try to rebel with the kid
Bitch
I'ma boss and that ain't gonna change
It's still dues over paid 'til the grave is made
You can call me what you wanna
Shit ain't gonna phase me like the sun up
Bitch, I'm Cultboyz 'til the number call up
Yeah
Goddamn
Uh
And still
They talk but I don't hear a word
I've been out with the flock, on the block flippin' birds
Middle fingers to the opps, getting on they nerves
Wolf pack with the boyz, it's a gift and curse
You could never be with the clique so stop
New drops too hot and you flop
Yo bullshit ain't in our wave
You really ain't bout that action, get the fuck out the way
You ain't gotta ask, you ain't gotta beg
Pull up get a chop and a sweep with the leg
I'm always in the move man, i'm barely in the bed
Got your bitch on my lap, running laps with the head
We sick, pour four for the cough
Roll through four blocks banging that new slipknot
We are not your kind
Might as well stop
Cuz we getting all the bands so you should kick rocks
What's the word
I'm absurd
Riding deep up in a monte bitch i'm sure
In a monte or a Benz man, i'm riding uninsured
Cup of purp just for Yams that's for sure
Double flip this bag is doubling what i'm worth
Bring your girls, bring your girls, bring the girls
And I'm probably gettin' all up on they nerves
Cuz JT dropped another verse
I'm the greatest in the city better yet the fuckin' world
Credits
Writer(s): José Tovar
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