H.A.B lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
Don't make me hit your b*tch
Fast Money Boyz, Turn Around Gang
SoGood
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n*ggas getting that sh*t gone
Aye, ran through all that work that you sitting on
Real dope boys still trapping off a minute phone

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I just f*cked a n*gga b*tch in my Buffs
A hundred thousand dollars worth of vocals I ain't touch
A n*gga wanna bag get off yo ass come see us
Better f*ck her then reup, stay down now we up
Turn Around Gang prolly catch me out the country
Hell no I don't swipe, I got n*ggas come and punch it
Tell that b*tch to order up some business, I got munchies
Imma fiend for the chicken, that sh*t turned me into junkie
Put her on the road, she come back with my money
Five hour drive, she turned around in Kentucky
Taking her to the O, teach her everything I know
So much money on the floor, I refuse to go broke
Heart beating off that wrist, back hurting off that trip
Brodie brought the rollie out, them lights hitting off his wrist
She taking selfies in my sticks, heard you beating on yo b*tch
Fast Money Boyz we them young n*ggas with that sh*t
[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n*ggas getting that sh*t gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n*ggas you can sh*t on, this A1, this that sh*t I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my buffs on
b*tch that's twenty on the table , don't you move wrong
Topside know that A1 still strong, turnaround, still getting all that sh*t gone, n*gga

[Verse 2: Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my buffs on
Load on me holding weight like I'm Big Pun
f*ck a n*gga playing both sides, got to pick one
Soon as I touch down with it, know that sh*t gone
Two hundred grams ran through a flip phone
Just hit a n*gga hoe from the back playing Eighty's song
Bag worth fifty, thirty on me, I got eighty on
Big guns over here, if n*gga's wanna play it wrong
Got that one sh*t around here, better come get some
We don't run out, we re-ing up before I send out
Just hit a n*gga hoe, after I f*cked told her get out
No I ain't playing I'm forreal, b*tch get out
Turn around, talk that one sh*t that they don't know about
Like a five hundred ball sold out my dope-house
Made forty five that's a lil price, ran through half, two fifty of em, that's in one night, n*gga aye

[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n*ggas getting that sh*t gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n*ggas you can sh*t on
This A1 This that sh*t I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my buffs on
b*tch that's twenty on the table
Don't you move wrong. topside know that A1 still strong
Turn around, still getting all that sh*t gone
[Verse 3: Eastside 80's]
f*cked yo b*tch with my buffs on I can't see
With this di*k down her throat bet she can't breathe
Pound her out from the back make her bust three
Let her jump on that di*k, she can f*ck me
Hitting n*ggas hoes with my sh*t was iceless
She don't love me, she just wanna f*ck the white sticks
I might take a hoe out in public if she light skin
Ocean Prime two hundred, but the pus*y priceless
L-L-Lobster mac, king crab legs, Hibachi lame
I just love the tint, f*ck yo b*tch in some Versace shades
One night with me, and the b*tch gone think her life can change
If her ass ain't got a job, send her out the way
Put you on the hound, next week get your license straight
If the pus*y good, new furniture lights and cable
Turn Around Gang we get fast money
And then cash foreign ride em like a crash dummy

[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n*ggas getting that sh*t gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n*ggas you can sh*t on
This A1 This that sh*t I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n*gga b*tch with my buffs on
b*tch that's twenty on the table, don't you move wrong
Topside know that A1 still strong, turn Around still getting all that sh*t gone