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Yeah Self Spoken Sound Y'all ready? Yeah I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell (Claimin' they runnin' with the shells) You niggas be cappin', and you be actin' (They know I'm stuntin', can you tell?) Just look at the fashion, look at the glasses They chattin', they talk a lot Residents might call the cops (For what?) 'Cause I need a nice car, it gon' transform like the Autobots (Alright) I need a drop top This girl, she lettin' her top drop These killers, they leavin' the block hot They will not stop, they gon' pop shots You niggas be thinkin' you tough, and I don't understand You the fuckin' man? (Oh yeah?) But this guy ain't part of a band With his drum in hand (He's not) This drum so loud, you see the neighborhood hear it They hate the song that it be makin', they don't wanna go near it And they fear it, get out of my site, if you don't feel what I write I'm droppin' all this gold, other niggas on that pyrite They watchin' all my highlights They waitin' for a nigga to fall Almost done retired, now I'm back Time to pick up the ball Know we keepin' focused I'm Supposed to be the coldest What i say, it comes to life This shit poetry in motion I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell Why they be cappin'? (Why?) Talkin' 'bout hunnits, we know that them niggas ain't packin' What is you jackin'? (Grah) It's 21 shots for the M, put a rose on his casket This shit a habit Stretchin' work around them bands, they call it elastic (Grah) Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, nigga Hunnits got me mixin' up the fashion Maserati to the masses No we ain't givin' no passes Smoke a opp until it's ashes Had to get it in a drought CPNs and the CVVs Nigga had to get another route (Had to get another-) Pack landed from the West Coast Then I double up in the South (Yeah) Had a runner steppin' on the work Nigga fuck around, and caught the gout (Fuck around and caught the-) We them niggas on the block, 10 toes down, nigga no clout (Yeah) Trap jumpin' got packs runnin' Know them hunnits comin', no doubt She a bank teller we done made hella bands Droppin' check in the account (Swipe) It's the big Mazi, and Self Spoken We them bitches wanna shout (Making bitches wanna-) Naked bitches on the couch Ride around with a lotta pounds We break it down by the ounce (Yeah) Outta town with a hunnit rounds Nigga fuck around, and doused (Hunnit rounds, and get-) No double cup, but I'll lean somethin', this chop came with a spout I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell I made some hunnits by myself I got some hunnits on the shelf I put 'em hunnits on the jeans And I put hunnits on the belt Why you put hunnits on the lean? Know it is fuckin' with your health Thought you were runnin' with the team You ain't a hunnit, I could tell
Writer(s): Tyrik Cayemitte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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