Hadouken / Passion (Dwells Remix) [Mixed] lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Nah, for real, y'all know I’ve been doing that sh*t
Man, I've been a legend, man, man, I've been having them bars, man
Y’all just gotta listen man
I ain't talkin' fast you just listenin' slow stupid, ayy

[Verse 1]
Sosa where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? (No)
Hell no, I spent another 40k to bend (What he say?)
I don't play, but when I play, b*tch, I play to win (Ha?)
All this money comin' in, it'll make you grin
And in stash, it's a FN gotta make it in (Bang)
pus*y said he want smoke, better take it in (Bang)
You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy
I can never wear your chain, boy, it’s too cheesy
Told my b*tch, "I ain’t with no b*tch" and said she don't believe me
But she believe me if I paid a band for a Beanie
I had five, ten bands in my True Jeanies (True, true)
Where that sh*t come from? Man, I had a genie
I had all that, tryna make a shout out at my granny
And my wrist cost a baby, I’ma need a nanny
You the type of n*gga link up with a tranny
Bought a new set of 'nanas for the chimpanzees
Baby Sosa badass was off six xannies
I don't want to f*ck that b*tch, she wearin' big panties
I can go and buy yo’ same watch for my granny
I do what I gotta do for my f*ckin' family
Heat sensor on AR, call me Call Of Duty
He a streetfighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Backdoored by a b*tch, that sh*t too flukey
Gravitated off the ground, that's some super Tookie
Said you ain't got my money, you sh*ttin' me Smokey?
Chief Sosa in your house, that b*tch gon' be smokin'
I got high off that b*tch head, she tryna overdose me
Got a Cuban on my throat so she gon' overthroat me
I just bought a Taurus in case I got a horoscope
All this water on my body, she gon' need a floatie (Bang)
Gotta close the backdoor 'cause they gon' leave it open
n*gga, I can kill this sh*t by just breathin' on it
[Interlude]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse 2]
You's a f*cking cheerleader, n*gga, bring it on
I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo
Folks 'nem'll leave you duckin' like a limbo (Ay, Ay)
Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo
And it take close to 50. cal ammo