Hunnit For Anyone lyrics

I got too much on my plate but you ain’t gettin’ sh*t
Ol’ scary ass n*gga you better hit a lick
Auntie beggin’ for some free sh*t, risked my life for this
You see this heat that’s on my hip b*tch might get life for this
b*tch I got Slitherher with me and she gon’ die for this
b*tch we might double back and rob em on some petty sh*t
Beat down my trap, don’t need a key ain’t gon let me in
If you ain’t put the work I put in I ain’t expectin sh*t
I front my homie some (?) he ain’t know how to move it
I walk in “Back the f*ck up” you know what I’m doing
I told that n*gga “don’t play with me, go play PS5”
I told that b*tch “I need some work, don’t buy no PS5”

[Slitherher]
I told him get some money, f*ck a PS5
b*tch I’m feelin’ like I’m Hitler, start a genocide
b*tch I’m RXK forreal b*tch I don’t play bout mines
You can fool them other people but I know yo kind
Bummy b*tches wanna be me, they ain’t on my time
Slitherher is not the type to do the wine and dine
Ain’t got nothing going for him, tryna steal the shine
I will kill you where you stand and that is not a lie
Tried to put her on so she ain’t have to f*ck for free
Told em “it’s gon’ take a lot, you tryna to f*ck with me”
Put a n*gga in his spot, I’ma put him on his feet
Said he the man around his way but we don’t know his team
[Neph]
Said he the man around the way but we still rob him
Soon as they let me out the cage b*tch I was back robbin’
That n*gga think he Master P like he bout it bout it
30 hit em’ make him dance like guala guala
They gon (mental hygiene?) me I got mental problems
I tell a n*gga “suck a di*k” and he ain’t did sh*t bout it
I walk in the dark skin Marlon Wayans, who want a problem?
My momma told me a lot of sh*t but ain’t listen to my momma
Sometimes I think that I need help cause I talk to myself
Thinking all this crazy sh*t, it’s hard to deal with myself
CJ, San Andreas, I might heal myself
Don’t need no doctor to prescribe me, I pop pills myself

[Slitherher]
b*tch I wanna kill but I won’t kill myself
The voices loud as a f*ck, I can’t hear myself
Poppin’ beans so a b*tch could really heal herself
I hope them carbon copy b*tches know they killed theyself
Don’t bring up Slitherher unless you wanna kill yourself
Feeling like Who The Hell Is Carlo when I’m off the pills
Ain’t no choosin’ n*ggas, we ain’t doin deals
Wheel of Fortune 30 on me, gon’ head and spin the wheel