H2 Outro Freestyle lyrics

Aye Honcho, Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
Aye C-D-O-T man
Honcho gang sh*t b*tch, motherf*cking b*tch fake
Oh we got a whole ‘nother thing [?] out here
If a n*gga don’t f*ck with me from the muhf*cking get go
We n*ggas rocking the f*ck out here, while n*ggas be hating
See haters man, see haters on the cast
Aye, Honcho, Honcho, Honcho, Honcho

I’m thinking I got to get rich (cash)
How else we gon’ get out this b*tch (what)
My b*tch know I’m f*cking this other b*tch
She a fan but I never can see the b*tch
Now all her friends they off and they seen the hoe
Now all my b*tch wanna cut me off
Haters they hate now they f*ck it off
In my top now they wish they could blow it off
[?] brake
Pop out the cutter we going eight
[?] camo no baby date
Hit you and then I evaporate
And f*ck that whole milli, they wanna hate
Know we got sh*t in this b*tch better navigate
Got bullets drop off like it’s Saturday
And if it ain’t dropping we work out a better way
Aye, aye, I’m f*cking these b*tches these n*ggas can’t
b*tch I’m that n*gga, your n*gga ain’t
Matter of fact I’m that n*gga your n*gga play
Have more money than all this sh*t anyway
f*ck her she know she ain’t finna stay
f*ck n*gga you we ain’t finna play
f*ck you and [?] top yo plate
It’s C-D-O-T man, aye, aye
C Murda my money be low
I f*ck her then doing her raw
I really don’t care how I treat the b*tch
If i go broke that b*tch would be gone
And I know that cause I done seen it
So then I’m like tell a b*tch beat it
All about Honcho, yo Honcho beneath it
M coupe ain’t have no [?]
My n*ggas don’t give a f*ck bout your feelings
These n*ggas they know they can’t f*ck with me
Even if I don’t drop sh*t in a hundred weeks
It’s a party I call up a hundred freaks
You wan’ smoke in this sh*t, get ugly
Pull up on [?] heat is suddenly
It’s a party know probably we packing heat
Harlem will give you a dozen eats

b*tch, C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang sh*t b*tch