Hunnet Round - Guns & Butter

They said ian hard like these other niggas, cause ian no dick rider or sucka nigga...
Keep it real ion trust a nigga, I'm the field I'll buss a nigga...
Drop yo location my yung niggas pull up, or call my bitch & she leave yo ass stood up...
Ridin in that honda like snoop, wit my hood up, dump at a nigga, then go kick my foot up...
They got me fucked up, them niggas lucked up, waiting on my mill thought it was the last supper...
Theirs in hand but mine comin upper, say what's on my mind they don't feel it then fukkkem...
Straps out in public, they legal don't tuck em...
Lil homie reaching, just leave em don't tussle....
Cuh be tweaking he gone shoot no discussion...
Fuck a tatter tot knock blueberries outcha muffin...
Tried being humble but y'all gotta feel me...
That's on my mama they gone wanna kill me...
Jmane give em hell, I'm bringing fiery...
Fuck the concept, understand my theory...
Skrrrrrr hands off the wheel no steerin, walkin wit demons so I'm living fearless...
They niggas pussy, smell em coming like a period...
Think I'm gone slip up, bitch you delirious...
Ian in the game yet ion give af thoo, niggas playing gate keeper ima run it up thoo...
Niggas really cb4l, hunnet round gusto, been going hard niggas holding they nuts thoo...
Ima wake em up thoo, gas got me stuck hoe, sittin in a set writing this while blowin smoke...
Just need ta poe a foe, ill be on another level, sorry if I missed ya call, you was on another schedule...
Wanna see my niggas ball, thru it all remain together...
Face death plenty times so ik my niggas steppers...
Die fa my dawgs, came wit a shovel, ridin fa my dawg, petal to the metal...
Great mind think alike, birds of a feather, ian been thinking right, mind on stepping...
Kidnap ya mammy use ha fa leverage...
I'm barely standing blame that on my beverage...
I want stop rappin til I be philthy rich...
Sweat at my show then give that bitch philthy dick...
She pullin my dreads, she gripping my head, girl you get ate I get fed...
This shit the bomb, see the look on yo face, baby girl yeen gotta say it...
It ain't they business what we be doing we just gone play how we play it...
Whenever you lay in this bed yk ima slay it, I don't do no playin...
Just like a show gotta book in advance, fuckin yo hoe standing up in some vans...
Bitch I'm gettin hot let me turn on the fan...
She give me head, thru this track that I'm layin...
They mad ashell off them facts I be saying...
I'm kickin shit, binkin back wit the klan...
I'm on they ass like ants in they pants...
Said I can not rap ain't no such thing as cant...
Let this shit out in the booth when I vent, naw ion rap just write stories wit pens...
So you gotta listen, I be a critic they get in they feelin...
I hear em stealing, so ik they hear me, either you bumpin a nigga or fear me...
No man in the middle, so don't you come near me...

Written by:
Deshawn Lester

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