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HonxhoDaHurk

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I call the plug, and tell him to keep that shit coming
You wasting my time, ain't spending no money
In the trap house thumbing
I'm stacking my 50s, and 100s
Reup with the dubs, I turn nothing into something
What you paying for that? I can beat that number
I can make the trap house beat, like a drummer
I'm flooding the city, I'm serving the thunder
I'm stacking all winter, and grinding all summer
Take your bitch, dick her down, give her pipe like a plumber
I'm breaking her back, and I pull out her bundles
Glock 23, boy we not fins rumble
I feel like I'm Jordan, pull up shooting jumpers
We sending shots, we turn opps into runners
We ain't fucking with rats, can't go out like Gunna
But I been a Young Thug, and I keep me a Gunner
Got a 100 on us, wish a nigga would run up
We at the spot, we gone trap till the sun up
I told my gang to stay down, till we come up
Give the junky a tester, she gave it a thumbs up
I keep a Glock by my side, and it's one up
Pop out with my B's/bees, your ass can get stung up
Put a opp on a tee, your ass can get hung up
It's Da Hurk, why they acting like I won't gone turn up?
Play with RxTaliban, your ass can get burnt up
If you ain't talking money, then bitch shut the f*ck up
If you ain't talking money, I don't wanna hear it
Them two-twenty-threes would lift up your spirit
Bitch I bang Blood, like a bitch on her period
Come up with my brother, feel like Meech and Terry
These niggas be rats, Tom & Jerry
I can't wife no bitch, to them racks I'm married
It used to be Levi's, I'm rocking Amiri
I be chasing them racks everyday of the week
Bitch can't stand me, told her take a seat
I be up in the field, think I need me some cleats
We smoking on opps, like some funnel and sheets
RxT get the drop, we gone blow up the street
I do my dirt, and I keep it discreet
Ain't shooting out no car, we gone hop out on feet
Fucking with Hurk, you'll be 6 feet deep
Got money to get, so no I can't sleep
Got that shit for the low, come shop with me
Got a out west plug, he be sending me Ps
I'm serving the green, i ain't talking bout peas
Feel like MJ, with this Glock two-three
Might pull up and shoot, from the top of the key
Put you ina box, Apollo Creed
I'm smoking Biscotti this not OG
Smoking on gas, damn I feel like Bob Marley
Flipping them packs with my brothers, like Hardy's/Hardee's
Run to the sack, like Jeremiah Trotter
Ride with that stick, I feel like Harry Potter
Really get perks, and the lean from the doctors
RxTaliban got the drugs, and the choppas
That Draco kick, like we playing soccer
Let that chop sing, like a fucking opera
I don't do the kidding, drake tall as a toddler
You niggas my sons, you'll get spanked by your father
Your bitch on my dick, she gone ride like a Mazda
Been rocking designer, I'm trapping in Prada
I make the pack disappear, like tada
I can teach you the way, I'm a trap scholar
Trappers and shooters, they all on my roster
Don't care bout shit, unless you talking bout commas

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