Lyrics:
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
an H-O-T-M-E-S-S
Inbox full but I don't check
Drove by a gym and I'm out of breath
H-O-T, H-O-T, mess!
H-O-T-M-E-S-S
How many times have I worn these sweats?
Try my
by the tool, die by the tool
Them kinda niggas, gotta keep a few
You know I don't move weight
But If I gotta go back In the game
Man it's just a phone
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
empire has won
By worshipping the government
And worshipping the gun
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Manufacture weapons
Here
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say them boy's riding clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
Raf
We did it again man
You ready?
Come on, Let Go!
Just gotta be yourself
Change Your cttitude let that world h.EcR you!
Buckle up baby your set
skills to chill that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
Model H 3 oh see plus another thousand
Kickin
the lights bitch I better do sum
Dope in my lips
Tool by my hip
Hope I ain't gotta get out of this whip
I am the wave baby I run the ship
When I pull up he
Answering all these calls
Notepads, pen and mic are my tools
And I'm only 5 feet tall
But I be making all of you look small
Plus I ain’t even tryna be cool
AAAAA1
See my b***h, she was like
I need you to make a song for me, I know you be doing this rapping s**t
My other b***h she like yeah, I want one
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He
strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning
Luke 14
me 'bout that H
This shit here gon' take a 6
Got that windshield in them bricks
I'ma let it go in zips
Keep your man out my DM
'Fore I make him
T.H.O, KP, Corey, and Mickey
Couple artists that I'm taking up with me
They askin bout it I won't ever forget em
Look at my face and you know I ain't
dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid
Like you don't know who I am
It's Big Jim-hill
Aka that boy Karam
From McNair all the way
goes
H**s don’t really love you they just follow where the wraith goes
I’m the young don everything I do is bae goals
Really in my air BNB right by
know that both of y'all dying if you smashin
Sorry not sorry them's the rules
Anything I improvise to off you is the tools
Snap your neck like rotted
It is what it is
Is what it is
Is what it is
Yeah, this a big T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U ya dig
To ones who believed and the ones who never thought I would do
just love my tool
I'll keep it by my side that hoe loyal it ain't never leavin
I'll pull up one deep to your spot and leave three people leakin
I ain't
doubt
I don't give no handouts
Like don't come round my house
H-H-Hit the road with full speed
B-B-Blasting the music yea LT
So-So-So high yet no weed
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