Hunnit
Uhhh
Duece world
Aye up next
This one for u
U hear me
Let's go
It's too many niggas
They perping and capping
They ain't really getting no money
Walk in the bank like I own it
Y'all disputing charges
I'm racking up hunnits
I got they bitch choosing me
Now they mad Ha
Sick to they stomach
She throw it back how I want it
While I count the stacks
That paper I'm thumbing yea
Beat her shit down like a drummer
Made ya bitch mine for the summer
Keep her cus I don't even want her
I Surf on this shìt like I'm thugger
I got that drip make u drown call me Gunner
Straight to the top
Niggas started with nothing
That stick loud watch that shit
Blow like a trumpet
Say what u want
Can't say I ain't a hunnit
I never showed niggas
That I wasn't real
Ain't shit on me
Down to the shoes that's fake
I remember that I had them dreams
Of balling I did it and now
I'm still running up cake
And either way I was going get it regardless
My palms was itching and I couldn't wait
If I fuck with u promise I make sure u ate
Ain't nothing but lobster and steak
On my plate
I was in T dot with views from the 6
Like I'm drake
I been giving free game
Since right out the gate
They waited to ride on the wave
Now they late
Got too many hoes to let one in the way
We fucking or what
I ain't got time for no date
In the stu wit Meechie
Told up next we going make it
Half of these niggas got thru it they faked it
Fuck em that's why these
Bitch niggas hating uhh
Spin on they shit let me taste it
Aye pulley we hop in that cat
We going race it
Got ya bitch stuck in the matrix
She told me my Dick is her favorite
Now she brings friends I could play wit
Got keep the camera to tape it
Fuck u and all of them niggas u came wit
I score hunnit shots nigga
Call me wilt chamberlain uhh
The number one goal is get rich not famous
Want them m's in the bank
First thing got to claim it
This shit for the streets
This not entertainment
Me and Ralph use to ride out
And trap out his Lincoln
That's my brother forever
No switching no changing
I swear he going score
If he up it and aim it
These niggas on dick
Like the bitch that u claiming
And I'm that nigga
So the bitch I don't blame her
Twenty-nine shots that's for thirty niggas
And It's one nigga left
Still got one in the chamber
ESPN call it thirty for thirty
That's ninety nine rating
Like I was a gamer
Working like shit punch the clock no labor
Grandma house member
Trapping out naylor
Running that check up
Watch we do it major
The best in the city
Duece call me the mayor
It's too many niggas
They perping and capping
They ain't really getting no money
Walk in the bank like I own it
Y'all disputing charges
I'm racking up hunnits
I got they bitch choosing me
Now they mad Ha
Sick to they stomach
She throw it back how I want it
While I count the stacks
That paper I'm thumbing yea
Beat her shit down like a drummer
Made ya bitch mine for the summer
Keep her cus I don't even want her
I Surf on this shìt like I'm thugger
I got that drip make u drown call me Gunner
Straight to the top
Niggas started with nothing
That stick loud watch that shit
Blow like a trumpet
Say what u want
Can't say I ain't a hunnit
Duece world
Aye up next
This one for u
U hear me
Let's go
It's too many niggas
They perping and capping
They ain't really getting no money
Walk in the bank like I own it
Y'all disputing charges
I'm racking up hunnits
I got they bitch choosing me
Now they mad Ha
Sick to they stomach
She throw it back how I want it
While I count the stacks
That paper I'm thumbing yea
Beat her shit down like a drummer
Made ya bitch mine for the summer
Keep her cus I don't even want her
I Surf on this shìt like I'm thugger
I got that drip make u drown call me Gunner
Straight to the top
Niggas started with nothing
That stick loud watch that shit
Blow like a trumpet
Say what u want
Can't say I ain't a hunnit
I never showed niggas
That I wasn't real
Ain't shit on me
Down to the shoes that's fake
I remember that I had them dreams
Of balling I did it and now
I'm still running up cake
And either way I was going get it regardless
My palms was itching and I couldn't wait
If I fuck with u promise I make sure u ate
Ain't nothing but lobster and steak
On my plate
I was in T dot with views from the 6
Like I'm drake
I been giving free game
Since right out the gate
They waited to ride on the wave
Now they late
Got too many hoes to let one in the way
We fucking or what
I ain't got time for no date
In the stu wit Meechie
Told up next we going make it
Half of these niggas got thru it they faked it
Fuck em that's why these
Bitch niggas hating uhh
Spin on they shit let me taste it
Aye pulley we hop in that cat
We going race it
Got ya bitch stuck in the matrix
She told me my Dick is her favorite
Now she brings friends I could play wit
Got keep the camera to tape it
Fuck u and all of them niggas u came wit
I score hunnit shots nigga
Call me wilt chamberlain uhh
The number one goal is get rich not famous
Want them m's in the bank
First thing got to claim it
This shit for the streets
This not entertainment
Me and Ralph use to ride out
And trap out his Lincoln
That's my brother forever
No switching no changing
I swear he going score
If he up it and aim it
These niggas on dick
Like the bitch that u claiming
And I'm that nigga
So the bitch I don't blame her
Twenty-nine shots that's for thirty niggas
And It's one nigga left
Still got one in the chamber
ESPN call it thirty for thirty
That's ninety nine rating
Like I was a gamer
Working like shit punch the clock no labor
Grandma house member
Trapping out naylor
Running that check up
Watch we do it major
The best in the city
Duece call me the mayor
It's too many niggas
They perping and capping
They ain't really getting no money
Walk in the bank like I own it
Y'all disputing charges
I'm racking up hunnits
I got they bitch choosing me
Now they mad Ha
Sick to they stomach
She throw it back how I want it
While I count the stacks
That paper I'm thumbing yea
Beat her shit down like a drummer
Made ya bitch mine for the summer
Keep her cus I don't even want her
I Surf on this shìt like I'm thugger
I got that drip make u drown call me Gunner
Straight to the top
Niggas started with nothing
That stick loud watch that shit
Blow like a trumpet
Say what u want
Can't say I ain't a hunnit
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