HAUL ASS
Broke niggas to left, rich niggas over here
They not touching the jawnie, they not touching a single hair
If they need some body shots then I could send 'em to the lair
Am I clear? link up there or be the mother fucking square
Okay, well now we switching gears
I'm the one they fear
Say they brewing up the tea I told them niggas grab a beer
Got 'em shaving down they tears, get the oil for the nair
How you pass me up when you ain't even getting near
Tell me How you faking narcolepsy from the bloom? huh
Ten hut, jawnie bloom's in the room, huh
I'm bad, they should take me up to solitaire
Jawnie mah-jongg, and these niggas playing solitaire (solitaire) Aye aye
Ayo, the attitude, you better fix it
You ain't got the balls, you got pussy in your system
And you ain't got the bars, we got rookies in the kitchen
They been looking at my back, steady standing in my kitchen
And if you can't take this heat, you better haul ass
Cause I got bitches that's down, they shaking all ass
And I be ready to catch it, im going dumbass
So tell your hoe to stop hitting me, with her bald ass, Aye shuan!
Heard these bitches want smoke now
I could get you gone for cuban and a bussdown
Put a couple bands on the crib, I don't play around
Know I been the one with the pape, what you talking 'bout?
Look at my pictures while he trying to get his rocks off
Been about that action, I ain't never with the small talk
Put the clip, to his head, thinking I'm a barber
Niggas with no funds, want my time, I don't bother
I ain't never have to fuck a nigga just to keep him
Suck that nigga soul while we riding in a demon
Get bored with that nigga, spend his funds then I'm leaving
I'm a do him worse, I ain't never getting even
Junior organized, savage and jawn skiez
Bars giving dead I should call them paralyzed
Baby ass bars need to be supervised
Big this big that, my chanel supersized (on god)
Realist nigga in the game, on the gang, on the set
Y'all be running to these lames, I be running to a check
Me and niggas ain't the same, im not the one you can check
I'm medieval get 'em stoned, notre dame, where he at?
Wanna meet up, it's a bet
Get a vest, get some rest
I'm the best, nonetheless
Choke 'em up, Now they neck, getting froze, from my check
On my wrist, it's the set, diamonds with the baguettes, check
They not touching the jawnie, they not touching a single hair
If they need some body shots then I could send 'em to the lair
Am I clear? link up there or be the mother fucking square
Okay, well now we switching gears
I'm the one they fear
Say they brewing up the tea I told them niggas grab a beer
Got 'em shaving down they tears, get the oil for the nair
How you pass me up when you ain't even getting near
Tell me How you faking narcolepsy from the bloom? huh
Ten hut, jawnie bloom's in the room, huh
I'm bad, they should take me up to solitaire
Jawnie mah-jongg, and these niggas playing solitaire (solitaire) Aye aye
Ayo, the attitude, you better fix it
You ain't got the balls, you got pussy in your system
And you ain't got the bars, we got rookies in the kitchen
They been looking at my back, steady standing in my kitchen
And if you can't take this heat, you better haul ass
Cause I got bitches that's down, they shaking all ass
And I be ready to catch it, im going dumbass
So tell your hoe to stop hitting me, with her bald ass, Aye shuan!
Heard these bitches want smoke now
I could get you gone for cuban and a bussdown
Put a couple bands on the crib, I don't play around
Know I been the one with the pape, what you talking 'bout?
Look at my pictures while he trying to get his rocks off
Been about that action, I ain't never with the small talk
Put the clip, to his head, thinking I'm a barber
Niggas with no funds, want my time, I don't bother
I ain't never have to fuck a nigga just to keep him
Suck that nigga soul while we riding in a demon
Get bored with that nigga, spend his funds then I'm leaving
I'm a do him worse, I ain't never getting even
Junior organized, savage and jawn skiez
Bars giving dead I should call them paralyzed
Baby ass bars need to be supervised
Big this big that, my chanel supersized (on god)
Realist nigga in the game, on the gang, on the set
Y'all be running to these lames, I be running to a check
Me and niggas ain't the same, im not the one you can check
I'm medieval get 'em stoned, notre dame, where he at?
Wanna meet up, it's a bet
Get a vest, get some rest
I'm the best, nonetheless
Choke 'em up, Now they neck, getting froze, from my check
On my wrist, it's the set, diamonds with the baguettes, check
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Writer(s): Jonathan Harris
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