HUNNID ROUNDS

Hunnid round clip got the Glock I'm loading
Aiming at your guts send the chop got it open
Got the good drugs all I do is potent
Double on my blunt back woods im rolling
Spliff in the night can you guess what im smoking
Off all the drugs and I still stay focus
Know where you at and my goons in the building
Count in the kilos know you can’t hold it

Ace of spades in my cup you can't sip it
Trap since a youngin know I can flip it
And we got grip but we be catch you be slipping
Ain't with the shit see the foreign I’m whipping

Counting on the commas
I don't read the comments
And your bitch want the drama
Send her to your mama
Hand on my llama
And the clip hold a hunna

Your bitch wanna fuck want a ten
Took her to the motel and she bring a friend
Groupie with the pill and then she pop a xan
When I took her to the door and she back again
Show me how you do when I hit the back
Homie looking for me I just flip a pack
Squeeze your handgun when I shoot the tec
Check out extendo on my fucking Mac'

Ay
Wanna spaz out
I still got stamina but lil boy burn out
This shootout
Trigger warning all my opp better stay down
What you want now
I got hunnid shooters and them ready pop out
This blackout
I see you emptied out your clip you run out

Mobscene got the bitch wanna throw up
Getting faded go ahead sniff your coke up
See the purp drank and you know that be my cup
Get the gang up where you at Imma pull up
10 bands on me drip when I walk thru
10 bitch on me fuck I can't talk to
All the new money know that I count blue
Gucci my shade two G's on my shoe

Fuck the bitch up
We ain't never gon talk too much when we shoot this place up
Run the shit up
Putting ten holes in your skull damn way too fucked up
Fuck the bitch up
We ain't never gon talk too much when we shoot this place up
Run the shit up
Putting ten holes in your skull damn way too fucked up
Hunnid round clip got the Glock I'm loading
Aiming at your guts send the chop got it open
Got the good drugs all I do is potent
Double on my blunt back woods im rolling
Spliff in the night can you guess what im smoking
Off all the drugs and I still stay focus
Know where you at and my goons in the building
Count in the kilos know you can’t hold it

Ace of spades in my cup you can’t sip it
Trap since a youngin know I can flip it
And we got grip but we be catch you be slipping
Ain't with the shit see the foreign I’m whipping

Counting on the commas
I don't read the comments
And your bitch want the drama
Send her to your mama
Hand on my llama
And the clip hold a hunna