Hurtboyz

[Intro]
Hurt, what it do?

[Verse 1: Larry Loudpack]
Wrap it up in the cellophane
You won't believe me if I tell you mane (Plugg!)
30 deep, working night shift
I swear to god, I can't go like this
If it rain in this bitch, you gon' rust
Brought bucks, so it ain't no fuss
With few my funds I trust, if you don't, wanna see me then keep your eyes shut
And now you’re down, wearing Gosha, Gosha, Gosha Gosha
Gotta ball, 'til it's over, over, over, over

[Verse 2: Randy Provolone]
I pulled up with a hoe you think you seen her before
Randy John Cena when I flex on the floor
You can see me in the cut, when I pour up a fo'
I’ma fucking stunt, like Danny DeVito
She told me buy her dinner, I bought her a damn farm
Why you think shit funny, your bitch Angela Barnes
On the scene headlights, that be looking like Christmas
Always make it flip, ‘cause Randy a gymnast
And my dogs in the pound, just a little too vicious
Y'all say y’all in L.A. but you be flexing L.A Fitness, yah

[Verse 3: SenseiATL]
Chopper got you posted on the wall, like a poster
No Miami Vice, but I'm in that Testarossa
Sipping quali’ Tech, what the fuck is a mimosa?
Whip, looking icy like it came from Nova Scotia
Fuck about a label I got bands up in my pocket
Stay juiced up, I got plugs like a socket
No Johnny but we taking off, like rockets
Got this lil' bitch at my spot, leaking like a faucet (Water, water)
Boy a stain, you making a mess
Look at my ring, you might say I'm blessed (Count it up)
Boy a stain, you making a mess
Look at my face, it cash hella checks (Cha-ching)