Hulk Hogan
I been working on my own shit, yuh
I been maintaining focus
No bullshit I think my chain be the coldest
I don't even need no weed, cause my brain be the dopest
Flexing on you niggas, think I may be Hulk Hogan
And I don't need no fence I'll pop you in the open
And if y'all niggas ain't the goat I might be the closest
And I love my drink, I love my potion
I keep the burner right up in my bag
You not that nigga, you can't fuck with Xav
Pop out the cut with the stick in my lap
Gotta get it man I can't go out sad
Got Prada with it yeah, a young nigga bragging
I know these fuckboys mad
These lame niggas don't get cash
I just spilled my cup, my bad
Yeah I open that shit and get it right back, uh
They be so salty and mad
I feel like these niggas dad
Why they be saying they bad
Cause they're nothing like Mike Jack
These niggas stealing my style
Just give me back my swag
What you gon' do with that bag
Spend it or flip and advance
All these niggas want a scat
I threw a wrap on a van
LV on me, it's all black
Cause the brown and tan on my vans
Audi on me, hit the gas I ain't put it in park
It ain't no interrogation but you know that I do not talk
It ain't no humiliation but it's gon' be shame when he walk
It feel like irrigation, she get wet like tub
Took the bitch on vacation, we gon' run round the jungle
Float like a space station, got me on fire like the shuttle
My pockets on inflation, might just buy out the bundle
Put a bitch in rotation, hit that bitch then tumble
I been maintaining focus
No bullshit I think my chain be the coldest
I don't even need no weed, cause my brain be the dopest
Flexing on you niggas, think I may be Hulk Hogan
And I don't need no fence I'll pop you in the open
And if y'all niggas ain't the goat I might be the closest
And I love my drink, I love my potion
I keep the burner right up in my bag
You not that nigga, you can't fuck with Xav
Pop out the cut with the stick in my lap
Gotta get it man I can't go out sad
Got Prada with it yeah, a young nigga bragging
I know these fuckboys mad
These lame niggas don't get cash
I just spilled my cup, my bad
Yeah I open that shit and get it right back, uh
They be so salty and mad
I feel like these niggas dad
Why they be saying they bad
Cause they're nothing like Mike Jack
These niggas stealing my style
Just give me back my swag
What you gon' do with that bag
Spend it or flip and advance
All these niggas want a scat
I threw a wrap on a van
LV on me, it's all black
Cause the brown and tan on my vans
Audi on me, hit the gas I ain't put it in park
It ain't no interrogation but you know that I do not talk
It ain't no humiliation but it's gon' be shame when he walk
It feel like irrigation, she get wet like tub
Took the bitch on vacation, we gon' run round the jungle
Float like a space station, got me on fire like the shuttle
My pockets on inflation, might just buy out the bundle
Put a bitch in rotation, hit that bitch then tumble
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Writer(s): Salvio Hexxia
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