HYPEMAN
I don't need a hype man
Do the dash hyphen
Muzzle flash scare his ass
He thought it was lightening
On they ass like underwear
I'm everywhere they not
My pockets look like they got beat up
All you see is knots
Kitchen look just like a green house
All you see is pots
They can't pass the captcha half of all these niggas bots
Don't care what his sign is
Bitch this Taurus get ya hot
I was sick of being broke
Said fuck it when and took a shot
Yeah I went and took a shot
Balling starting off with the bench
Crack the seal on the pack
You get smacked wit a stench
Never been to bel air but I'm fresher than the prince
Smoking on that stinky pack smell like I'm token on the grinch
Fuck a trend they falling off
Pay to play so what's it cost
Get a plaque still won't floss
T bone you
You cut me off
Know the stakes
Still trynna eat
Seven days of the week
I worked for this wouldn't nothing free
Learned to get that shit for me
Think I'm down to earth
See eye to eye
I'm upper deck
I'm really fly
Wings in the blunt
Might Decide to up a check
Really bout to lock in with this shit don't think they listening
Bet they pay attention when them diamonds get to glistening
Make the same mistake too many times it ain't no fixing it
Don't worry bout what I'm getting
Just know I'm getting it
Bad bitch hitting it
Good gas hitting it
Hard top forbidden
Won't even let ya sit in
Bought her all kinda purses
Don't keep receipts I'm confident about my purchase
Confidential ain't no conflict worth the urges
dump the ashes for you pass it please don't jerk it
Told her Ill keep rapping long as she keep twerking
She must think I'm soup way that she keep slurping
Fuck her good ignore her that's my way of flirting
Think I'm trynna flex but really just move wit a purpose
Make it rain
Money looking like confetti
This shit feel easy must be cheating check the the settings
K o a l p l a e double check yo spelling
Pick up what ya put down I ain't buying what ya selling
These niggahs fake
The hoes fake the
The hate real
Mean what you say
One mistake can get you killed
I'm after M's like N
Oh you know what it is
Ion know what you could've done
Just know what ya did
Do the dash hyphen
Muzzle flash scare his ass
He thought it was lightening
On they ass like underwear
I'm everywhere they not
My pockets look like they got beat up
All you see is knots
Kitchen look just like a green house
All you see is pots
They can't pass the captcha half of all these niggas bots
Don't care what his sign is
Bitch this Taurus get ya hot
I was sick of being broke
Said fuck it when and took a shot
Yeah I went and took a shot
Balling starting off with the bench
Crack the seal on the pack
You get smacked wit a stench
Never been to bel air but I'm fresher than the prince
Smoking on that stinky pack smell like I'm token on the grinch
Fuck a trend they falling off
Pay to play so what's it cost
Get a plaque still won't floss
T bone you
You cut me off
Know the stakes
Still trynna eat
Seven days of the week
I worked for this wouldn't nothing free
Learned to get that shit for me
Think I'm down to earth
See eye to eye
I'm upper deck
I'm really fly
Wings in the blunt
Might Decide to up a check
Really bout to lock in with this shit don't think they listening
Bet they pay attention when them diamonds get to glistening
Make the same mistake too many times it ain't no fixing it
Don't worry bout what I'm getting
Just know I'm getting it
Bad bitch hitting it
Good gas hitting it
Hard top forbidden
Won't even let ya sit in
Bought her all kinda purses
Don't keep receipts I'm confident about my purchase
Confidential ain't no conflict worth the urges
dump the ashes for you pass it please don't jerk it
Told her Ill keep rapping long as she keep twerking
She must think I'm soup way that she keep slurping
Fuck her good ignore her that's my way of flirting
Think I'm trynna flex but really just move wit a purpose
Make it rain
Money looking like confetti
This shit feel easy must be cheating check the the settings
K o a l p l a e double check yo spelling
Pick up what ya put down I ain't buying what ya selling
These niggahs fake
The hoes fake the
The hate real
Mean what you say
One mistake can get you killed
I'm after M's like N
Oh you know what it is
Ion know what you could've done
Just know what ya did
Credits
Writer(s): Koalbe Simpson
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