Was Hannin lyrics

[Intro]
‘Leven thousand
f*ck with me
Hold on lemme hit this woody real quick
On my momma thirteen hunnid my cousin
On the real

[Verse 1]
I used to want eleven thousand now I want eleven million
Fat Tone died when I was in high school and I still feel it
Damn, what the f*ck going on
You ain’t even got no pistol why you grabbin’ yo phone (fake ass clutchin)
I don’t drop a lot of music, I’ll sing you the song
I was going through some sh*t n*gga leave me alone (leave me alone man)
If you ever really need me then call my phone (tap in)
Keepin’ lil n*ggas round me like a f*ckin’ group home, n*gga (I'm with my lil n*ggas)
Likе a group home homie, a VLone hoodiе (huh)
A Benny’s I got silly soup on me (VLone hoodie)
I ain’t believe the feds was watchin’ ‘til they did a swoop on me (They kicked my door)
If I ain’t know you round this b*tch I ain’t ‘gon throw the deuce on you (Who are you blood?)
My lil n*gga in sixth grade ‘a up a deuce deuce on you (He on you)
My lil n*gga in seven building throwin’ his dug dugs on him (he throwin’ fits)
Five ‘oh got behind me, had to oop juke on ‘em (f*ck five 'oh)
When my b*tch threw it back she put the voodoo on me (she threw that ass back)
I don’t trust a lot of n*ggas they be too too phony (f*ck ass n*gga)
See an unfamiliar face, I’m like “who you homie?”
I see my n*gga Tae muggin, I’m like “Ooh we on it”
He done pushed up on a n*gga with the two two forty (I can’t do sh*t about that)
[Outro]
Ay
For real
This sh*t ain’t even about what you think it’s about
This sh*t more than that
This sh*t more than rap
But ay