Lyrics:
beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move
But I keep a loud tool
Play games you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
Hello good morning
Woke up to a bad bitch doing bong rips
Three H's hungover hungry horny
Hit the stu and picasso another portrait
Unfortunately my
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
Got J to the H, on the M-I-C
Yes we, we got the M-I-C
We got the vibes
Yes we
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
H'riiiiight? H'right
(Can't burn a bridge just to light my way)
Hehehe easy bro - yeah
(Lotta Glenfiddich on the flights I'm takin')
Don't throw the baby out
by the tool, die by the tool
Them kinda niggas, gotta keep a few
You know I don't move weight
But If I gotta go back In the game
Man it's just a phone
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
an H-O-T-M-E-S-S
Inbox full but I don't check
Drove by a gym and I'm out of breath
H-O-T, H-O-T, mess!
H-O-T-M-E-S-S
How many times have I worn these sweats?
Try my
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
empire has won
By worshipping the government
And worshipping the gun
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Here
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say them boy's riding clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
Raf
We did it again man
You ready?
Come on, Let Go!
Just gotta be yourself
Change Your cttitude let that world h.EcR you!
Buckle up baby your set
skills to chill that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
Model H 3 oh see plus another thousand
Kickin
the lights bitch I better do sum
Dope in my lips
Tool by my hip
Hope I ain't gotta get out of this whip
I am the wave baby I run the ship
When I pull up he
Answering all these calls
Notepads, pen and mic are my tools
And I'm only 5 feet tall
But I be making all of you look small
Plus I ain’t even tryna be cool
here let me see who’s who
It’s illly I don’t miss and It’s to hard for me to lose
And Im coming for a 3 peat bitch lace up your shoes
M.E.M.P.H
AAAAA1
See my b***h, she was like
I need you to make a song for me, I know you be doing this rapping s**t
My other b***h she like yeah, I want one
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning
Luke 14
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He
me 'bout that H
This shit here gon' take a 6
Got that windshield in them bricks
I'ma let it go in zips
Keep your man out my DM
'Fore I make him
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