Hunnet Round - Secure the Bag
Wake up, secure the bag...
Bake up, I'm blowing traxs...
Hop out, all black no mask...
Drop off or that's yo ass...
Drop top I do the dash...
Phone call be back in a flash...
Wockhardt double cup no glass...
Y'all don't serve lean, why the fuck you ask...
Why is you playing hoe you want this dick or not...
I call the klan hoe they gone pull up at yo spot...
Hop out a van hoe, skrr skrr down yo block...
Fuck is you saying hoe, just turnt a hard top to a drop...
Ion fw niggas nomoe, ion play bitch nomoe nah nah...
Say want beef give em smoke, give a hoe a boot out the doe nah nah...
Ion need a bitch who broke, can't bread cutthroat nah nah...
Chest froze , got my heart cold, love don't live hear nomoe nah nah...
Just had a talk wit jahovah, he told me grind til it's over...
He told me boy you a soldier, been thru a lot never let that shit fold ya...
That's why I can not stay sober, don't want that pack it aint potent...
I want that shit leave you choking, crying, pacing, coasting...
I do the dash I'm bout ta crash, hop I don't lash out...
They got me mad, had me in last, nah I'm bout ta pass y'all...
I'm blowing gas, turnt ta the mask, sip lean til I pass out...
Looked up ta some niggas up in the pass heard them niggas fags now...
Told that bitch sit on my cock, I'm the new kid on the block (yea hoe)
Finna get me a new glock, guess cause I'm legal & all (yea hoe)
I shake the spot wit my dawgs, we climbed out the mud & all (yea hoe)
See the dirt under my paws, they just gotta gimme the call (yea hoe)
Press play no pause, spray a nigga up like a stall...
That's how you shit on a dawg, wipe a nigga nose...
They think he hard he a hoe, might have ta let the world know...
Let them bombs blow, that's what he get fa that post...
Said he want beef gave em roast, came fa my bread & got toast...
Heat his ass up well over, lift his ass up ta johavoh...
They should've told ya, I got the heart of the joker, life is a gamble play poker...
You not a smoker, I got that shit leave you choking...
Aim above neck fa the closure...
You wearing caviler don't think it's gone hold ya...
I want the bread til its molded, then ima go get me some moe, money so long it won't fold...
Written by:
Deshawn Lester
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