Hbk (Heart Break Kid)

I'm too fly, up in this bitch, I drip just like a drain
I'm too fly, up in this bitch, I hop straight off a plane
I love the Backwood taste, I mix that shit with Mary Jane
I stuff these racks inside the bank and I don't feel no pain

Pour up, pour up
More drugs, more drugs, yeah
I wanted love
You showed me none, okay
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell

I'm too fly, up in this bitch, I drip just like a drain
I'm too fly, up in this bitch, I hop straight off a plane
I love the Backwood taste, I mix that shit with Mary Jane
I stuff these racks inside the bank and I don't feel no pain
I love that lil' hoe go insane, she gave me too much brain
They said that I'm a glitch, I fucked around and broke the game
I had a purple heart, I had the purple tint my frames

We put the opps inside the blunt and hat's my favorite strain
We sent that boy to God, my Glockie is a reverend
It's fire up in my studio like Armageddon

Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell (In hell)
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell (In hell)
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell

Woah, Watty on the beat
Like I'm lifting weights I'm in here pushing all this P
Like woah, I can charge a fee
Way I coach the game I send a bitch right to the league
Like woah, I need some more lean Watt was feeling down, I had to pop another bean
Like woah, this what niggas hate
I got too much racks I cannot fit inside the bank

Like pour up, pour up
More drugs, more drugs, yeah
I kicked my cup
Can't kick my blunt, okay
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell
Burn in hell, burn in hell, burn in hell



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Writer(s): Eric Watson
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