The Hook Up lyrics

[Eddy Baker]
Yup
Alright
b*tch

[Hook: Eddy Baker]
Styrofoam filled with Easter b*tch
Got the pills and the reefer b*tch
Mack n*gga know I keep a b*tch
f*ck the fame you can keep this sh*t
[x2]

[Verse 1: J $tash]
f*ck the fame sh*t I rather take the cash
Acid rap the youngin' everybody know J $tash
Ok I'm getting to that money b*tch
Racks on top of racks
Red bottoms shotty b*tch I'm walking on the stacks
Yellow diamonds on my wrist my chain shining like my p*ss
Got these hatas looking mad cause I'm shining in this b*tch
f*ck a hater all my n*ggas getting papa'
Before we kill you n*gga take ya daughter and we rape her
Gangster M.O.B
Keep my sh*t on the lowkey
f*ck n*gga you don't know me
f*ck n*gga you don't know me
I'm a young headbuster getting money Imma hustler
You ain't gettin' cash n*ggas cause you n*ggas straight bustas
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Wake up in the morning smoke Kush for breakfast
Left the group but I'm still well connected
I got hoes outta NYC and Texas
So many b*tches I can not be sexist
Wanna go to war Imma get my weapon
Shoot your ass up like a f*cking western
Dr. Green thumb I am no professor
D-boy b*tch I'm my pops successor
Shocking all these hoes like Uncle Fester
di*k downed your b*tch yeah I f*cking blessed her
God damn n*gga yeah they say I'm next up
Talk sh*t b*tch get you ass messed up
Don't give a f*ck
Middle fingers up
If I'm not high then I'm motherf*cking drunk
Smoking on a blunt
Chilling with a sl*t
Eddy Baker b*tch I'm just tryna gets these bucks little ho