Hunnit Round Hef

[Intro]

Hunnit round Hef I be handy with the [?] (ungh)
Disrespect the family, put the [?] to your granny (yeah)
Slid your baby momma on her way to get a mani' (uh, huh)
Fingerfuck her in the [?] and put my handle in the [?] (True)

[Verse 1]

Police pull us over the pedrico in the fanny
We be pulling triggers, only thing you pull is hammys
We be selling grams, don't give a fuck about a grammy
Get the crutches for these suckers, heard these niggas can't Stand me
See me then they panic, I'm a Black Market bandit
Supply it they demand it, 'bout my green like Captain Planet
My hoe's bad like Janet, haters can't understand it
These niggas wanna be me when they see me they like damn it
They say a penny for your thoughts but i say fuck that
Quarter of the sour where my nuts at, fuck rap, trap life
Nigga fix your face you better act right
Put bullets in your scalp like some head lice
These niggas know I'm dead nice, 2Pac
Tre-Eight and that new Glock
Twenty Thousand dollars in my shoe box
And a hammer in my toolbox
Tool time, sipping on that moonshine
Started rapping now I got a new grind
True no 2chainz, niggas at the bottom of the food chain
Spit fire like I drank a fifth of butane
You too lame, oh you bang? What you claim?
Little nigga you don't really move 'caine
Don't sell weed and don't move pills, what you slang?
I got the mental of a manic depressant
High off that herbal essence
Ditching discretion
I'm reckless with every fucking sentence
Skipped out on court to get high I'm ducking the fucking sentence
I'm the definition of ruckus, rushing the fucking entrance
Bitches I bust and duck 'em, pass 'em off to fuck my henchman, cruel intentions, demented
Couple of things I forgot to mention
I was foul from a youngin'
Thugging, like fuck detention
I'm in another dimension
Still sleeping nigga better pay attention
All these thoughts in my brain
Got a nigga 'bout to go insane
[??], but i'm [??] that Kurt Cobain
Never got a lot a love all a young nigga really know is pain
They got my niggas in the jail, now them niggas trying to put me in the chains
Baby girl I ain't trying to fuck all a young nigga really want Is brains
Next dirty cop try to frame me, I'm put a bullet in his brains
All my niggas gonna ride, every nigga stay in there own lane
What your set? What you claim? Throw It up
Let 'em know you gon' bang

[Hook](x2)

If it's true indeed
I got what you need
Money, hoes and weed
Can't waste no time
Money on my mind
Steady on my grind
Lead a life of crime
And I can't look back
I gotta move these raps
I gotta move these packs
I gotta get these stacks

And i can't look back
And i can't look back, And i can't look back
And i can't look back
..It's true indeed
I got what you need..