H.A.N. lyrics

[Intro: Trinidad James]
I’m at dinner with my side chick
Tryna keep it private 
She said she lost her appetite 
I swear baby Ima find it 
Here come my n*gga 
My n*gga wanna a picture 
I thought he was a fan
Now my n*gga wanna feature 
C’mon n*gga (x3)

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
Now my n*gga wanna deal 
And he keep looking at me serious 
I look back at my b*tch
And she say I should the n*gga
He showing me his soundlcoud 
I tell him save the trouble 
I try to give the email
But he only want the number 
He asked
How u get verified 
You pay for it or something 
How yo Gold song go
Man that sh*t was funny 
He asked
Should I do a Major 
Or make independent money 
I said n*gga where my salmon at 
And I don’t want no onions
[Verse 2: 31 Gramms]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Might not be too disrespectful n*gga
I’m just tryna spit 
To you at least a verse 
But you about to make your food be hit 
I just got out of a jail 
I don’t care nothing bout this sh*t 
I don’t want no f*cking job 
I’m just tryna go legit
So why the f*ck you tripping n*gga 
I thought you was real 
Well bless me with a verse 
Help a n*gga get a deal 
I want gold all on my watch 
Got a lil gold in my chain 
Why the f*ck You being so lame 
God Damn n*gga you change 
I hope that lil change 
Last younger than your lil fame 
And I heard you did a lil movie
Tryna revive your lil name
Well listen 
Forget it 
Know I’m still good for a picture 
Oh Nah
Well f*ck You then !!
Ole Hollywood Ass n*gga
Gramm 
He’s gon hate you and your city
You know?
And I advise everybody wants to get money get out they city, man
Cause that’s where the hatred gone come
You know?
People be like, that’s how I was at first you know
I ain’t going no where
I ain’t going no where