Hooligan
I turn into a hooligan, I cut these bitches off
She see the way I'm livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
She banging my line, she tryna get close to my life
I'm not fucking with these lil hoes, nah, I'm stacking that paper, I'm out
Tryna get in my head, make me lose my mind
Is you with me or not, stop wasting my time
Losin' sight of you bitches like I'm going blind
Once I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm not easy to find
I let them talk about me, I don't give a fuck cause I got it on me
I pin the 8-ball like I'm at Giovanni's
I'm slanging that cutta, hanging with lil Tommy
(Go stupid, go dummy)
I'm screaming my motto like what they want (what they want?)
I finish that bitch, send her home
They don't like it when I turn nonchalant
No disturbance, go silence your phone
I turn into a hooligan, I cut these bitches off
She see the way I'm livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
She banging my line, she tryna get close to my life
I'm not fucking with these lil hoes, nah, I'm stacking that paper, I'm out
Tryna get in my head, make me lose my mind
Is you with me or not, stop wasting my time
Losin' sight of you bitches like I'm going blind
Once I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm not easy to find
Staying off the grid, I do not wanna be known
I got that chrome on me, that .45 gon' bust in your dome
These bitches wan' talk, well go let 'em talk, cause I don't give a fuck
I'm stacking that Benjamin, Benjamin bucks, I'm stacking it up (sta- stackin' it up)
I be speed racing, better buckle up
Sending me threats, never showing up
Drank after drank, got me throwing up
Been traumatized while I was growing up
Bruddas maniacs, tell em' wazzam with it
Quick to slide for they own, they gon' BLAM a nigga
Spreadin' lies, actin' like you stand on business
Claim you make bank, but you askin' for help
You don't care about nobody but yourself
Wrong doings catch up, damage your health
Cooking up in this stu, bitch, I'm the chef
Why trip over bitches that just up and left?
I did this shit by myself, I'm all on my own
Fuck with y'all niggas be on
Keep running your mouth, your cover finna get blown
At that point you on your own
I turn into a hooligan, I cut these bitches off
She see the way livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
(Let me hop in your life)
She see the way I'm livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
She banging my line, she tryna get close to my life
I'm not fucking with these lil hoes, nah, I'm stacking that paper, I'm out
Tryna get in my head, make me lose my mind
Is you with me or not, stop wasting my time
Losin' sight of you bitches like I'm going blind
Once I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm not easy to find
I let them talk about me, I don't give a fuck cause I got it on me
I pin the 8-ball like I'm at Giovanni's
I'm slanging that cutta, hanging with lil Tommy
(Go stupid, go dummy)
I'm screaming my motto like what they want (what they want?)
I finish that bitch, send her home
They don't like it when I turn nonchalant
No disturbance, go silence your phone
I turn into a hooligan, I cut these bitches off
She see the way I'm livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
She banging my line, she tryna get close to my life
I'm not fucking with these lil hoes, nah, I'm stacking that paper, I'm out
Tryna get in my head, make me lose my mind
Is you with me or not, stop wasting my time
Losin' sight of you bitches like I'm going blind
Once I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm not easy to find
Staying off the grid, I do not wanna be known
I got that chrome on me, that .45 gon' bust in your dome
These bitches wan' talk, well go let 'em talk, cause I don't give a fuck
I'm stacking that Benjamin, Benjamin bucks, I'm stacking it up (sta- stackin' it up)
I be speed racing, better buckle up
Sending me threats, never showing up
Drank after drank, got me throwing up
Been traumatized while I was growing up
Bruddas maniacs, tell em' wazzam with it
Quick to slide for they own, they gon' BLAM a nigga
Spreadin' lies, actin' like you stand on business
Claim you make bank, but you askin' for help
You don't care about nobody but yourself
Wrong doings catch up, damage your health
Cooking up in this stu, bitch, I'm the chef
Why trip over bitches that just up and left?
I did this shit by myself, I'm all on my own
Fuck with y'all niggas be on
Keep running your mouth, your cover finna get blown
At that point you on your own
I turn into a hooligan, I cut these bitches off
She see the way livin', talm 'bout, let me hop in your life
(Let me hop in your life)
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Writer(s): Binoo A
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