SBD$MTHHL lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
On the road all year, my only fear is catchin' flats
Unc' be trippin', shiftin' gears, spinnin' blocks and catchin' hats
Message your b*tch, "I got racks," that's why she always textin' back
Why you gettin' bullied by your opps? b*tch, you ain't gettin' back, look
I got drip wetter than a leaking faucet
You got reggie 'bows, that is not it, you need to toss 'em

[Verse 2: MJPAID]
Like a Crip, I got blues in my jeans when I'm walkin'
Dog ain't really makin' money, I can tell you just talkin'
n*gga say he want me on his tape, it's gon' cost him
I done took n*ggas' b*tches, I done took hella losses
f*ck it, call me Steve, I was cold out in Austin
R.I.P. Nip, had sixty blues on me right on Slauson

[Verse 3: Fordio]
Had to take a brеak from the in-and-out at Target
I don't really strеss, bootin' up as I'm noddin'
And I'm tryna make it farther but juggin' in the process
Runnin' in stores, gotta be cautious, they'd rather see me locked, damn
Might let some thoughts spill, you know I like my drank sealed
If it don't profit, I'm sorry, I can't comprehend
[Verse 4: Prince Jefe]
Them ain't his raps for real, he only flex on Instagram
Rockin' Off-White in Kentucky while I play with tan
Breakin' bands, call the plug, I'ma need another load
Ain't need a tracker for the lo', we just trail him to the show
One band, one sound, two Dracs did him wrong
No dates, no faith in a ho

[Verse 5: Sweet T]
You made tracks on BandLab, I made bad hoes do backstabs
Let a b*tch talk back to Sweet, she be quick to catch a backhand
I'm Big Worm 'bout my money, peel your eyes for that black van
Hutch piece off the buffs, they think I think I'm a Black man
I can't make you flip on your mans, but that stack can
I got that Ring Pop and Fetti, reminiscing on the Afghan

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Beat a n*gga ass like, "Teach your mans how to squabble, b*tch"
Ass so fat like when she walk, it always wobble
I be always with the ballers, I'm like Shaq in his career
I'm the type to hit a b*tch and then I get to actin' weird
You know that I came from nothing, boy, this chain a souveneir
Um, besides going broke, it ain't nothing that I fear

[Verse 7: Project Money]
Test a n*gga like a quiz, it's not gon' be a simple
Throw a bump clean across your face, I can pop pimples
Pull the zipper clean down your body, that sh*t is not gon' tickle
Take the stock off the ARP, make the chop little
Put a beam on your chest, that is not a nipple
Have them pipes blowin' out the back, that is not a fiddle
[Verse 8: StanWill]
Pull up presidential Chevy, n*ggas think Obama with him
Quick to catch and shoot, I catch an opp, boy, I ain't gotta dribble
Doggy Muggsy Bogues, he got tiny bucks
I cut into hoes, b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck
Lost so many pros walkin' outta Hutch
All my babies stay up on they toes, b*tch, we got it tucked

[Interlude]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 9: J1Hunnit]
Turnpike shawty, I got work by the muffler
I'll turn a down-to-earth b*tch into a stuffer
Quick to make a b*tch get out of character like Usher
I see you n*ggas hangin' out with Arthur, you a buster
I been runnin' sh*t for ten summers like Mustard
Whip the parfait until it turn into a custard

[Verse 10: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Yeah, you see us comin', better tuck your chain, hide your b*tch
We take hoes, we take money, we be robbin' sh*t
Walk in the club with it on me, ain't gotta hide the blick
You play with me, I'll probably shoot your ass inside this b*tch
Tryna gamble with your life, how you gon' play it if you lose?
Uber Eats, might f*ck around and catch me ridin' with some food
[Verse 11: BabyTron]
sh*t, I'm guessin' this the grand finale
Dodgin' federales, sh*t, I'm still out here scammin' grannies
Go ahead and drop the drop and we gon' meet you at the addy
Hundred-dollar steak from STK, it was a bag of Rally's
Before you go and drop a Scat, you should stack a Chally
Lil' b*tch said she never seen no snow, flew in from Tallahassee