Hunger (feat. KDfrmda4 & Kut Throat)
I was real down
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
These shit get real
I ain't gone lie
You might get killed
Back in the days
We was really in the field
Had real ops
We was really on drills
Now I really just sit back
Smoke me some fye and I just relax
Don't tryna play
You gone end up in a pack
Where we from
All we know is run the racks
Where we from
We don't talk to them rats
If a nigga run
He get hit in the back
I ain't gone lie
I need my shit back
I can't waste no time no more
Gotta get famous
It's time to go
Free bro
He got locked for that pole
RIP Shawn
If it wasn't that snow
If a nigga play
Imma let that bitch blow
I ain't tryna cuff hoe
I gotta let you know
To all my lil niggas in that fo
Betta chase a bag
Betta not chase a hoe
Cuz they won't fuck wit ya if ya ass broke
This shit crazy out here
Betta know
Can't fuck wit me if ya ain't finna blow
Setting off ten
I can't never go
Don't give a fuck about bitch
I'm tryna get rich
I was real down
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
We finna blow
You know I'm finna pop my shit
This bro tracking
Lil bro snapping
You know imma talk my shit
All my gang be lit
Lil hoe switch lane
We split
Fuck these hoes and get that money
If you can't
You slip
Dapping and trapping
Finessing you capping
If niggas can't get to the money
You lacking
Spend a lil sum and make it from the back end
If shawty a baddie
You know that I'm smacking
Kut Throat
Big bro
All in the building
Get that money
Feed my children
Suck my dick
That's sexual healing
I'm finna get that shit
Not feel it
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out here and make a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out here and make a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Cooking like chef
Moving the pack till I got nothing left
I think I gonna need me a ref
These niggas be fouling and I need the belt
Had to sneak in the house
Call it stealth
Put all the jewelry in the bag
Remember when homie forgot about gloves
Told him standby
That nigga was mad
He left us blind while we look for the cash
Hear a engine that turned off the gas
We had dipped faster than flash
Then we found homie and we beat 'em bad
Can't deal with snakes in my grass
They tryna stop me
But they cannot block me
I just be swerving
I'm crossing and laying like Irving
I'm slick, guess I'm like some Jergens
Y'all my sons
I be burping yeah
Y'all my sons
I be burping yeah
I was real down
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
These shit get real
I ain't gone lie
You might get killed
Back in the days
We was really in the field
Had real ops
We was really on drills
Now I really just sit back
Smoke me some fye and I just relax
Don't tryna play
You gone end up in a pack
Where we from
All we know is run the racks
Where we from
We don't talk to them rats
If a nigga run
He get hit in the back
I ain't gone lie
I need my shit back
I can't waste no time no more
Gotta get famous
It's time to go
Free bro
He got locked for that pole
RIP Shawn
If it wasn't that snow
If a nigga play
Imma let that bitch blow
I ain't tryna cuff hoe
I gotta let you know
To all my lil niggas in that fo
Betta chase a bag
Betta not chase a hoe
Cuz they won't fuck wit ya if ya ass broke
This shit crazy out here
Betta know
Can't fuck wit me if ya ain't finna blow
Setting off ten
I can't never go
Don't give a fuck about bitch
I'm tryna get rich
I was real down
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
We finna blow
You know I'm finna pop my shit
This bro tracking
Lil bro snapping
You know imma talk my shit
All my gang be lit
Lil hoe switch lane
We split
Fuck these hoes and get that money
If you can't
You slip
Dapping and trapping
Finessing you capping
If niggas can't get to the money
You lacking
Spend a lil sum and make it from the back end
If shawty a baddie
You know that I'm smacking
Kut Throat
Big bro
All in the building
Get that money
Feed my children
Suck my dick
That's sexual healing
I'm finna get that shit
Not feel it
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out here and make a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out here and make a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Cooking like chef
Moving the pack till I got nothing left
I think I gonna need me a ref
These niggas be fouling and I need the belt
Had to sneak in the house
Call it stealth
Put all the jewelry in the bag
Remember when homie forgot about gloves
Told him standby
That nigga was mad
He left us blind while we look for the cash
Hear a engine that turned off the gas
We had dipped faster than flash
Then we found homie and we beat 'em bad
Can't deal with snakes in my grass
They tryna stop me
But they cannot block me
I just be swerving
I'm crossing and laying like Irving
I'm slick, guess I'm like some Jergens
Y'all my sons
I be burping yeah
Y'all my sons
I be burping yeah
I was real down
Looking like clown
Dusty
Nobody hearing my sound
Til I got me a bag
Turned in these rags
Switched it with riches
Got me some swag
Shorty she jocking
She wanting me bad
She know I got class
Don't no fights
I got me a mag
Don't play with me
I'll leave you like pad yeah
I'm high
Know I'm on gas yeah
Up high
Speeding I'll pass yeah
Gone fly
I got my wings yeah
Angel protecting my means yeah
So washed
Know that I'm clean yeah
You niggas be sliding off beans yeah
But we sliding for green yeah
Hunger serving these fiends yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Phipps
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