HypeBeast

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Ion do no rope chains only Cuban links
Heatseeker thru his brain he don't know how to think
Niggas tryna tear my boat they might as well sink
Palm Angell naturally fitted you a hype beat
Niggas jawsin' out they neck brother might squeeze
He wanna fight fah fah tell em' fight these
I had nightmares of bein broke watch me live my dreams
Tell her I like pussy bald call her Mrs Clean

Dior B22s I mix it with the preme
Fly nigga ona bummy day they still say I'm heem
Nigga I got the scripts who need the hookups
I lift all my Niggas heads I tell em' look up

You wouldn't believe what I did just to go thru hell
Free woaday till it's backwards cause it's fuck the cell
Nigga asked for two pints tellem telegram me
These Niggas out here really acting they certified a Grammy

Random Niggas tried to chase us down they got Swiss cheesed
It's long live that boy but you the reason why he six feet
You said you looking for sum stank you better hit me
Hit for bands all these Ks in my ripped jeans

I only ask for one thing they said I ask too much
I hadda drop my last bitch she show her ass too much
These niggas hating they like why you up the bag on us
When I asked how to get it they flexed they cash too much

I sip tris you sip green we is not the same
Ever since I lost Nuski almost went insane
I hadda hit my nerd friend I needa baby A
I'm fenna fuck up these streets i'm fenna go crazy

Ion do no rope chains only Cuban links
Heatseeker thru his brain he don't know how to think
Niggas tryna tear my boat they might as well sink
Palm Angell naturally fitted you a hype beat
Niggas jawsin' out they neck brother might squeeze
He wanna fight fah fah tell em' fight these
I had nightmares of being broke watch me live my dreams
Tell her I like pussy bald call her Mrs Clean



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Roberson
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