HPGS
Wael Wehbeh
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Came from the back Now I'm here making em racks Shooting dem bars like I'm Mac You searching for substance You probably lost it You party ain't shit unless you playing my tracks Yes I do that You throwing i swinging that bat Then hit your girl in the cat That gurl is a freak She making me drip While I wipe up my sweat with all your Durags Mandem on the ends tryna make it home Peng tings blow my phone that's iPhone dome Take them to the bando no one knows I breeze off when they acting calm Burner on my side got me feeling warm Cause I carry heat everywhere I go Keep on gliding need some smoke Keep on gliding while I got this mop Hit it Pass it Get it Spaz it On my way to the chop shop Got a drop top that's some big man tings All of dem opps claim they packing some Skengs But I swear none of dem man can swing Hope to the location Paigons hating Cause I got that diamond ring Stone island matching cayman Riding in style while I meet my link All I do is baguettes carrots and peas Even my diet's rich Hop to the location flash my spinner Turn your man to a bitch There's a lot on the stakes but they all vegan I just need me some riz I ain't taking no breaks Always feasting That's how I work my biz Hit it Pass it Get it Spaz it I'm on my own don't trust nobody I'm a topboy yeah I move like sully Your bitch worse than 2020 But head so good she suck pain from me I'm a master of disaster shoot films like an actor but faster holy zoot in my pocket I'm a pastor I share my wisdom broadcaster Pull up to your yard with my whip Strap on my lap I'm sick Scram to your head real quick Need my racks Lil bitch I'm a lunatic Tryna talk shit get dipped Smoke your fam with my stick One ending thats it Hit it Pass it Get it Spaz it Funny how my heater make you motherfuckers freeze All the ice on my neck you gon feel the fucking breeze This is my wave yeah you in my fucking sea This is my house yeah you in my seat All I'm really tryna be is me All these snakes in my life but it's still Gucci All it started with was a dream but now I'm here in the shade of my huge money tree Hustling hustling tryna make another buck Hustling hustling yeah I can't get enough Money been piling so much I can't see shit Man if money was a drug it would be a real trip So much bars that the track can't fit I'm just tryna prove that I really can spit How the hell do you expect me to quit When we both know that I bodied that shit
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