Money Mission

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(Thank you, GC)
1Hunnit
(Oh, Stackz, open up, what the fuck you doin' in there?)
(Yeah, you turnt, PJ)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I'm in the kitchen goin' fishin', dissecting a flounder
Yellin', "Geronimo," divin' off of the kitchen counter
I been fightin' for my life, I can parry and counter
Big FN on my side for a threatened encounter
Ballin' hard as fuck, I got 'em yellin' in the press box
The nigga said my name wrong, I'm finna slap the announcer
I told her, "Act like you somebody," I'd hate to renounce her
I gave her news she could use, baby callеd me the counselor
Unc' takе his uppers during the week, the weekend for downers
Couldn't get in the club with the tool, I should've slapped the bouncer
Baby came kinda flat cheeks, doc shaped 'em rounder
I don't even live here for real, I'm just an out-of-towner

[Verse 2: Sweet T]
I'm tryna run spoken art like Napoleon Bonaparte
If you run up on me, I'll leave you hole-y and blown apart
I keep hoes comin' in pairs like Noah on the arc
I need some skin fair and some skin dark
On I-75 flyin', whip smellin' like a skunk
I'm a student of the game, I can never ever flunk
Loose lips sink ships, but my team never sunk
They know me all around the city just for talkin' all that junk
Seven-three for a Sweet, I leave the crib on a money mission
I put the greatest on their ass like I'm Sonny Liston
Catch me lackin', that's like findin' some funny women
I caught my opp alone, now his squad use the buddy system

[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
Hmm, and it's not what you think
Laughin' at these clown-ass niggas, Desi Banks
Let me teach you how to walk down on 'em, Tyra Banks
My bitch the real supermodel type, but she a skank
I don't smell nothin' but 'za, so I don't think my shit stink
I scream facts every time like Jade and Big Bank
I could swim with the piranhas inside of the fish tank
I know them other niggas sellin' boof, but this dank

[Verse 4: Sweet T]
My custy ain't actin' right, I think that bitch lost her sanity
I love sayin' bitch, so please excuse the profanity
Big chop in the trunk, that bitch can take down a manatee
If you heard I was a ham, that was just a hater's fantasty
I'll even spark a 'Wood up at the pearly gates
I get the custies straight, watch the plates, then I skate
That boy wanna go straight, but the needle is his fate
He's been poppin' beans and sippin' lean since he was eight