HUNNIT K FLOW lyrics

[ZIAS]
Gettin' money
That's the type of sh*t I'm into
Tryna stake my bands up
Real talk, n*gga 10-2
You know I'm crazy
A little off in the menal
Be gentle
Or you'll end up with my fist to your dental
I'm a quiet n*gga
I don't need no one to bend to
I don't cuddle
f*ck her good
Another door she gets sent to
You don't know what I been through
The f*ck is you sayin'
Think you can check me?
The f*ck, is you playin'?
That's like you sayin'
That you faster than Usain
f*ck n*gga, is you sane?
I a greedy mothaf*cka
On top of the food chain
That deu-deuce hang on my pocket
It go do-do bang when I pop it
So all you lames better stop it
Yeah, you better watch your mouth
I'm a trill n*gga, no doubt
Might catch me at your hoe house
Digging her f*cking throat out
Run up on me stupid
It might go south
That chopper went how you runnin' like Odell
On-the-go route
Quarterback
Give you a bullet from the pocket, g
A hundred k, that mean a lot to me
That might be good enough for some
But it's not to me
Got my brother, sister, mother, pap to feed
Remember times when I ain't have a pot to pee
Praying daily
Cause I got a lot to be
Thankful for
How I'm running through this beat
You would think my ankle sore
Me an B-Lou, we the f*cking greatest
Do not debate us
To all the haters
All I got to say is
f*ck you
Yeah, f*ck you
With a long ass ?
We gon' keep this thing rolling
But this not no paradise
I just killed this f*cking beat
n*gga, rest in paradise
[B-LOU]
My situation crazy
They don't understand
Everyday hustling
Tryna' make it off them grams
Nobody there to help you
It ain't no helping hands
Imma do it by myself
Because I f*cking can
Only thing is on my mind
And that's to be the man
Selling work out the basement
Tryina feed the fam
You f*ck with me
I'm sending shots
Like I'm german lamb
I've been to jams
Where my n*ggas switch up
You f*ck with me
And Imma have that .40 hiccup
Just grinding
Can't wait 'till I see that b*tch truck
So I'm swerving all night
Tryna' get my cake up
Yeah, I was dreaming 'bout this sh*t
Yeah, it was yesterday
But today we f*ck around
And hit 100 k
This n*ggas mad
I can see it on them haters face
I just use this sh*t as motivation
I've been on them ugly corners
Chilling with haitiens
93 gas n*ggas
That's how we blazin'
I send them bullets to your house
Like Brady with the Patriots
We started out eating noodles
Now it's crawfish
Young boss sh*t
f*cking with B-Lou
Have you 6-feet in the coffin
I always had it
Never lost it
People say I changed
'Cause I don't come around often
I never played the bench
But I'm a starter
I got a son
So that sh*t just make me grind harder
Beyond my p's and q's
And it made me move smarter
I'm stacking up my chicks
That's why my money longer
Lou!