Hunnits Trynna Run

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Know what I'm sayin', uh
Fuck a nigga
Damn
Know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus]
This shit I'm smokin' potent like some fuckin' meth or somethin'
Playin' with that pot, bring me gold like leprechaun (On gang)
Ridin' with a Glock 23 like I'm LeBron (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ma dukes, she raised a hustler, nigga, I'm my mama's son (Yeah)
A hundred ain't enough, I need M's, metric ton (M's)
How you ain't got no money, but you postin' all them guns, nigga? (Fuck?)
I'm the type to pop out in Amiri jeans and 1s, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Wake up chasing racks, look at them hundreds tryna run (Got 'em)

[Verse]
They know I'm a problem, they say go get 'em, I got 'em (Go get 'em, I got 'em)
All this water on my wrist look like the damn Bikini Bottom (Fuck)
These lil' niggas my sons, they doin' everything I taught 'em (Everything I taught 'em)
They took off way before me, I'm still wonderin' how I caught 'em (Fuck?)
Bitch, the summer's mine
Florida nigga, pop out black hoodie in the summertime (Hoo, hoo)
Bro don't hoop, but keep a 4-5 like RondoNumbaNine (Me, nigga)
Real player, she ain't with the shits, then she ain't one of mine, nigga (The fuck, nigga?)
Go'n pull your cameraphone out, it's a photoshoot (Photoshoot)
We was takin' pics, now we fuckin' in the photo booth (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, you so bad, all the niggas notice you (All the niggas notice you)
I been runnin' racks up, gettin' chicken like I'm 'posed to do (On gang)
I came out the pussy Ford tough, I was made for this (I was built for this)
Rollie on my wrist, forty thousand what I paid for this (Nigga)
Standin' on the block still broke, he ain't makin' shit (Come on, man)
All I gotta do is hit the booth and I can make a hit (Yeah)
Hit this gas, I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode), bitch, I'm known to get shit sold (Known to get shit sold)
I'm still gettin' cheese from tapes I dropped like two, three years ago
If you ain't got a hundred thousand, what the fuck you chillin' for? (Fuck you chillin' for?)
Nigga mad about a bitch and I ain't even hit the ho, nigga (Haha)
Put it on my life, I bet the house these niggas ain't fuckin' with me (These niggas ain't fuckin' with me)
Fuck 12, I'm out this bitch trappin' 'til they come and get me (Fuck 'em)
I ain't dealin' with her, she ain't a ten, with my hoes, I'm picky (Outta here)
I get her home and blow her back out, got her screamin' Ricky (Ricky, yeah)

[Chorus]
This shit I'm smokin' potent like some fuckin' meth or somethin'
Playin' with that pot, bring me gold like leprechaun (Ooh, ooh)
Ridin' with a Glock 23 like I'm LeBron (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ma dukes, she raised a hustler, nigga, I'm my mama's son (I'm my mama's son)
A hundred ain't enough, I need M's, metric ton (Yeah, yeah)
How you ain't got no money, but you postin' all them guns, nigga? (Fuck?)
I'm the type to pop out in Amiri jeans and 1s, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Wake up chasing racks, look at them hundreds tryna run (Got 'em)

[Outro]
Nigga
Yeah
Fuck a nigga, uh
Get cheese, nigga
Get cheese, nigga, uh
Get cheese, nigga (Fuckin' rookie ass, uh)