H.O.D.

[Intro: Tag]
Ears Apply

[Chorus: Mr S Dope]
Cup on the lean, cup on codeine?
That why nigga I bought a coffin (I bought a coffin)
They asking questions, who’s the boy who killed Fin? (Who killed Fin)
We going on tour, travel along
Along Philippine (Philippine, Philippine)
That why those niggas
Now they catching the feeling we feeling (the feeling we feeling ye)
Fuck your bitch we take the armour we taking the sons (uh huh uh)
I got my soldiers they got the uzzi they got no armour (They got no armour my niggas)
We fuck your bitch Budhi you know this niggas the suck on
They sucking on me, surfing on pic they suck it on me

[Verse 1: Mr S Dope]
King, king, king, king
King of a state you killing my fate
You drilling my faith you got a sweet taste
Savannic shake, I call on my clerk
I stuck on voicеmail please call on Monday
I waited so long it’s almost two days
I call on Tuеsday my flake was shining
I load my molly at the back of a truck
I don’t fuck with gangs’ payback my money
They got lotta money it’s coming from xeny
Back from the days I fought for penny
Jericho in scores the bet still pending
He told me the jet is read for landing
All of your hoes they’re ready for candy
Halloween nights I wear like a bandit
You feeling my flows I jump like a rabbit
Highlite on toes I drip like Randy
I drip with the Fendi
You drip with 80s
I drip with the Fendi
I drip like I’m Randy

[Chorus: Mr S Dope & Dej Wiz]
Cup on the lean, cup on codeine?
That why nigga I bought a coffin (I bought a coffin)
They asking questions, who’s the boy who killed Fin? (Who killed Fin)
We going on tour, travel along
Along Philippine (Philippine, Philippine)
That why those niggas
Now they catching the feeling we feeling (the feeling we feeling ye)
Fuck your bitch we take the armour we taking the sons (uh huh uh)
I got my soldiers they got the uzzi they got no armour (They got no armour)
We fuck your bitch Budhi you (uh) know this niggas the suck on (nigga they su-)
They sucking on me, surfing on pic they suck it on me

[Verse 2: Dej Wiz]
Uh ah yeah
I run run town with this nigga
I shoot this niggas their bodies in the street
Look at the chain I’m gone, freeze
Sipping on lean you gonna say I’m rich
My bitch got a team
My bitch got a crib
My bitch turn eighteen
When I was able to get a ship
Niggas on me cause I’m broking riches
Sipping on lean cocaine with that shit
Ain’t got no time, my time is costing me
Fuck your bitch run age I wanna my c note
I wanna my sip. DG wanna my c note