Lyrics:
Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass
No, you ain't
Check
Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm opp fast, still opp last
Your baby rappin' on hits, boy
This offshore, kinda smart,
Ay
Check, check
Open up your eyes and you'll see that I'm different here
Do nothing but ride for the guys, aint no switching here
Huh
On my life,
Huncho
Huncho yea bro nice on my baby
Give me your favorite right now as far as artist
J Huncho
I got Ots J Huncho
When people talk about what artist you
busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get
you to get me right, hit me right
I always take care of my baby boy
Lay you back on that Laz-E-Boy
You get me wet like the Navy boy, goin crazy boy
comin' alone
I ain't comin' alone
Hand by the 9, boy come for the throne
Hotbox in the truck
All my windows up
I don't give no fuck
She want me as her plug
on 'em 'cause I could
Run up on me, wish you would, look
Turn the bad into good
And I'm still up in the hood, huh
Ask about me, boy, I'm good, look
Phillips (brrt)
Got L.A on my back, boy, it takes a village
We deserve to be on top, boy, black privilege (uh)
Saint-tropez, fuck up the whole day
Ice
y'all still ridin round local
Crusin through in somethin' chopped off at the roof
Tearin up my baby doll new hair-do
Candy painted sittin on some brand
on the hood nigga
You killed that Harlem shit bruh - HA!
Yeah, Darkside nigga [echoes]
Azariah I love you baby - that's my little Queen
Ryan what up? Junito
do nothin for ya
Only your mother could love ya
I can't do nothin for ya
Aight, check this out
Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by
All the boys on the right give it up this time.
All the girls on the left give it up this time.
'Cause all the boys on the right want to check you out.
nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser, among the pressure
Don't wanna miss your moment
Baby my eyes are open
Keeping my eyes open
All in a daze like NPC's
She want the boy she begging me please
We was at Best Buy
the boss
And watch that young nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser, among
call up my posse
We talkin' over the underground
Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
Man I gotsta do it
I ain't down for a hassle
I
If I ain't one of the greats, then tell me who it is
I been focusin' on my babies just 'cause they my kids
I done took off all my necklaces,
the changes, baby c'est la vie
That's just how it goes
Copped a bag for show
Switching up the flow keep my plans on the low
Told me I got cold
I said I suppose
that, need that now
I be like just put that down!
Yeah
Anyone who gotta problem with it post up boy we'll see
I got Big B and my whole crew you scared now
this codeine we been sippin'
No Kia boy, hop out one like I'm Blake Griffin
Bitch, I've been doublin' up my cup like my vision
Been seein' scriptures
a track meet (yup)
Talk my shit, I feel like Kendrick in his backseat (yuh)
Baby I'm a star, all these boys just drag feet
Maybe hit your diddy bopper
Turn
Baby, suck my dick gently
All I speak is Fendi
Fuck boy, bih
Yeah, ayy
Sada, Boat, Sada
Yeah, bitch
Go
lil' bitch
Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me?
(It's that Trappin N London for sure)
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass
I'ma pop my shit, you know I'ma
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