Motorolla Music

[Intro]
Yo let's make this quick man
I got some money in front the building waiting for me man
I can't be having this nigga waiting I gotta get these chips man
Extortion man, you heard
Hunnit Round Hef
True

[Verse]
I lit the blunt with a match and then I ashed it
The shit was massive, blew it and never passed it
Hopped in the whip with the ratchet, it was classic
Buried the body with Maverick, then I crashed it
You could get stretched like elastic or gymnastics
Bastards, choppers make you do back flips into caskets
That's street tactics, pump in my hood, pay your taxes
Take the bread from your mattress, and ya ass kicked
Baby girl jump out the shower, take a bump of powder
She sucked me dry for 'bout an hour as I smoke the sour
I'm chasing money and the power, drowsy off them downers
A Audi, same color as chowder, outtie on you cowards
Back on the block, ash all on my elbows
D-circle the block, stash the work in my shell toes
The strap on me like velcro, you ain't know
Cocaine flow, hit the booth, spit that propane flow
I bought a line of Kurt cocaines blow off amazon
You only keep your hammer on when the cameras on
They don't respect you in the hood, you like a Hammer song
I ain't gotta clap, my shooters always keep them hammers on
Control the game like a analog, I hand 'em off
Drugs, I supply 'em in varieties like a catalog
I run New York like Giuliani, keep the tooly on me
I'm a captain in the mob, you just a Mooliani
Whores from Aruba, touching keys like computers
I fly my shooters to Bermuda just to ride the scooters
Left jab like Juda, disturb the peace like Luda
Roll the Buddha, then I stashed it right back in her 'Cuda
It's Lo Frazier, cool, cold as a glacier
Erase ya, long range, shoot like a Pacer
My drink resemble the Lakers for the paper
I earthquake ya face, then blow the vapor

[Hook]
Drive slow, I got a body in the trunk
Sawed off, riding shotty in the front, listening to dump
Sipped out, rolling gotti's with the blunts
My young boys kamikaze if you front, let a nigga stunt
I pull the mask low, clap slower then grass grow
Them slugs hot as Tabasco, you asshole
It's Hunnit Round Hef, drive a nigga to the cliff and throw him to his death
Next his bitch throw me neck