Goin Haimov

[Intro]
(Oh, 5.StarChrome)
(That’s risky)
I really want a S600, but I’m going to Haimov
It’s the Dawg
I really want a S600, but I’m going to Haimov
I’ll drop a nickel on bro to make them watch your house
Yeah

[Verse]
I really want a S600, but I’m going to Haimov I’ll drop a nickel on bro to make them watch your house
Back this rocket out bitch like “Do we got a problem now?”
Boy I hopped dead out that car then walk you down
Grrah, grrah, fah, fah, fah it was so many sounds
Mama screaming at the top of her lungs he got gunned down
Fucked around and found out nigga, don’t be fuckin round
Ball, bail out that car, catch a hat then get the fuck from round
Auntie snort girl, I got a sack full of Bobby Brown
Project bitch hella thick, she like “Ice me out”
The ass on a Cat’ hella fast, not a wipe me out
Walk in Amiri with that check then wipe it down
You don’t really live that shit you rap, I found out about you
You think you Osama, I’m Obama when them niggas found him
Fix your lip, bitch this not a Porsche, this a fucking Tonka
Outside Wakanda but the inside Willy Wonka
Nigga want to see the shit I do you got to get binoculars
Told boy he bet not throw that knocka if they get behind us
Bitch got a big turkey on her, be my baby momma
Said she wanna have a “Baby girl”, name her ass Joana
45 hunnit for a pound of good mar joana
Aunty keep beating, keep tweaking, man shut the fuck up
Fine shit I call her “Fine shit” cause I just wanna fuck her
Know my bitch tired of my shit she like “You dirty fucker”
Bitch know damn well I’m lying, she said “I know you fucked her”
Baby you got to let that shit burn, I turn a bitch to Usher
New Orleans bitch was having baby I just said “Wassup”
Haimov didn’t cuban my shit bigger than busta busta
Bitch you live in the projects, why you acting stuck up?
Heard he was the man, he seen a can and got stuck the fuck up
Sit your five dollar ass down, nigga shut the fuck up
Handheld rocket in my palm, shit can pick a bus up
Hear them niggas talking on the net but they know wassup
Way before I had a rap check I had a hunnit cluckers
[?] pull up in that [?] oh I’m riding [?]
Cousin came for a of bag smacks sold rock to your
Mother
I’ll send your BD to the store, hoe, he’s a fucking buster
Bitch got a fat ass butt, this a dunker-dunker
All that nigga jewelry dead fake that’s that “Brian Pumper”
Seen some fine shit last week, I’m trying to find her number
Car crash when I let this AR blast, we get on your bumper
One suit wearing ass bitch she said “This a romper”
Niggas hating on me for no reason when they watch me come up
Ten mill to a nigga face will fuck your whole month up
Boy you know your ass dead broke, you ain’t go no munun
Got enough guns to war with Iran, I’ll drop a hunnun
*Rrrr* you hear that bitch hummer Wide body Durango In the street, look like a fucking Hummer
Gang ain’t took a plea but you in the street, you a fuckin’ “Gunna”
35 shot like KD, Oklahoma Thunder
Balling in this bitch like an athlete but don’t got no jumper
Everyday a fan ask me “Why you ain’t do No Jumper”
I don’t wan’ talk about shit, I want to talk about your bitch and is you gon’ let me fuck her?
I don’t know how the fuck you say you love her if other niggas fuck her
Some white people shit I just be sitting back like “You stupid mother-fucker”
Let my bitch even think about another dick, I swear
I won’t never touch her