Happy Hour lyrics

[Intro: King Hendrick$]
(Rell on the Track)
(Jxckk just want a drink)
My n*ggas
My n*ggas turnin' mansions into— ayy
I'm from the bottom, man, this sh*t like left, right
Do me a favor, play with us and get yourself wet
All I do is sip lean 'cause the check fat
But the check fat, them the correct facts

[Chorus: King Hendrick$]
Yeah, come on, back where I left at
Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch
Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax
Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that
I got rich in the region of the wetbacks
It's like the plug the only one to sеnd the care package
Young n*gga scratchin' off in thеm Hellcats
My n*ggas turnin' mansions into meth labs

[Verse 1: King Hendrick$]
I'm in the trap all day, no cash back
I'm like Mercedes, I could sell a n*gga air bags
I put 'em on the Greyhound, I'm on a fast track
I turn a label down for this backpack
The valet never get the keys to the red Benz
I play that n*gga like my right and my left hand
I carry two FNs, them my best friends
Quarterback a play, they pay me all Redskins
It's no bet if you only wanna bet ten
It's no bet if you only wanna bet ten
You should've called me back when I was at the Red Inn
Should've called me, I was livin' at the—, n*gga
Tellin' DZ we gotta go to AZ
A better number for the oranges like KD
A number high on the board like waist-deep
I'ma stay real, I just gotta stay free
[Chorus: King Hendrick$]
Yeah, come on, back where I left at
Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch
Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax
Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that
I got rich in the city of the wetbacks
It's like the plug the only one to send the care package
Young n*gga scratchin' off in them Hellcats
My n*ggas turnin' mansions into meth labs

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
I got n*ggas sellin' H, them fetty blues is set for life
Them green boxes will too, my hustle finally fell through
My hands in all kinds of sh*t, you know how the grind get
Lately, I been on the road, that's who I spend my time with
I'm a n*gga with a route for real, did this sh*t without a deal
Touch down, move the whole bag, b*tch, we outta here
Turn-around after turn-around, yeah, I gotta steal
I'll never double-cross my mans for a dollar bill
Catch me out in Houston, me and Hendo 'bout to crack a seal
You ain't never felt this type of feeling, probably never will
Ain't no point of you gettin' in this car if you ain't tryna kill
My lil' n*gga a minor whackin' sh*t, he think he BabyDrill

[Chorus: King Hendrick$]
Yeah, come on, back where I left at
Sold out in one day, I'm on my next batch
Blue jeans by the load, we like Fairfax
Grower send a bunch of mold, you could've kept that
I got rich in the city of the wetbacks
It's like the plug the only one to send the care package
Young n*gga scratchin' off in them Hellcats
My n*ggas turnin' mansions into meth labs
[Outro]
(Rell on the Track)
(Jxckk just want a drink)