H.A.N.

Trinidad James
I’m at dinner with my side chick
Tryna keep it private

She said she lost her appetite
I swear baby Ima find it

Here come my nigga
My Nigga wanna a picture

I thought he was a fan
Now my nigga wanna feature

C’mon Nigga (x3)

Trinidad Verse

Now my nigga wanna deal
And he keep looking at me serious

I look back at my bitch
And she say I should the nigga

He showing me his soundlcoud
I tell him save the trouble

I try to give the email
But he only want the number

He asked
How u get verified
You pay for it or something

How yo Gold song go
Man that shit was funny

He asked
Should I do a Major
Or make independent money

I said nigga where my salmon at
And I don’t want no onions

31gramms Verse

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah

Might not be too disrespectful nigga
I’m just tryna spit

To you at least a verse
But you about to make your food be hit

I just got out of a jail
I don’t care nothing bout this shit

I don’t want no fucking job
I’m just tryna go legit

So why the fuck you tripping Nigga
I thought you was real

Well bless me with a verse
Help a nigga get a deal

I want gold all on my watch
Got a lil gold in my chain

Why the fuck You being so lame
God Damn nigga you change

I hope that lil change
Last younger than your lil fame

And I heard you did a lil movie
Tryna revive your lil name

Well listen
Forget it
Know I’m still good for a picture
Oh Nah
Well Fuck You then !!
Ole Hollywood Ass Nigga
Gramm

He’s gon hate you and your city
You know?
And I advise everybody wants to get money get out they city, man
Cause that’s where the hatred gone come
You know?
People be like, that’s how I was at first you know
I ain’t going no where
I ain’t going no where