Lyrics:
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
first H we rep
Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest
(Chorus)
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
We carry big
y'all know just how it go, hit the block so sipping
On a fo'
Wreckshop dropping tops, P-A-T told you that befo'
Bought the house bought the boat, ask
We're here in this room dirty thoughts on our minds so what we gone do
We know it's a sin but get consumed by the temptation of flesh
You want what I got
Braveheart for life
[Repeat: x8]
"Z-z-z-zone out"
So y'all wit me? Yea, what, yea
Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
Money on the Side, in meinem Whip läuft Project Pat
Sie kriegt Heartbreaks, weil ich der Nigga bin, she never had
Sie kriegt Heartbreaks, like girl you
Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white,
词 Lyricist：莉莉童
曲 Composer：莉莉童
鼓 Drum：高可超
混音 Mixing Engineer：Enoch Cheng
A&R：Island H
项目统筹 Project Coordinator：Island H
封面设计 Cover Design：嘻嘻
出品：看见音乐
(*talking*)
Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn
H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click
You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn
I had
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
dope he bought in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
I'mma go to Port Arthur and run them fuckin niggaz
Brought his fuckin gun,
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
on
And let these other n***s snooze while we stayed on
They tryna save these h**s put some capes on em
It's some change up in em they some pay phones
See me
looking
Nigga all I really wanted was the Pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects
You know my plug stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my
the cake
Shake the fake, while keeping my faith
Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You
on these suckers who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known
Ho
on my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map
I'm a do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
on my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map
I'm a do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
on my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map
I'm a do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
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