HP lyrics

[Intro]
FTB, did you get the meta
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Long live my f*ckin' brother, b*tch we takin' hats
And I just fled from the scene, I had to tuck the gu-gun
And they talkin' down on Nett, hit him in his head
I'm in that track, f*ck that scat, swerve it till we dead
Brand new pole, in this b*tch pumpin' leg
Brand new hoe, and her pus*y poppin' since
I'm gon' up the score, if they talkin' on the net
Like put some money on this sh*t, preferably in a bag
I'm in that brand new whip, like a f*ck a gear
Yeah, but that b*tch just put a hеx on me
b*tch I'm smokin' gas, I just copped another half a p
Yеah (I-) (Huh) (Half)
I just-, I just copped another half p
And your boy gon' cop a fee
And yeah, I'm gonna pop for free
Brand new b*tch and you know that pus*y pop for free