[ Featuring Dame Grease ]
Low bucket with the horse on
Feel like million a bucks know 100 on what the sauce on green and gold like the Don Juan flying over the young pawns who playin checkers marinara on prawns
Im long gone I feel like the fonz I stuck around like Lebron and I been great cuz nobody on what im on
This late nights but still going hard in the early morn
They playin part
But they can't be that I put the work in where they can't be at they stamped me I only elevate the places where family at who they champion it's me when they answer that I answer back
Yea that's me the bat signal in the air when the shit get bleak the faith get weak the one that gotta the save those streets and hate police they same
High hustle riding foreign through city
I'm thinking like the ones that made a milly
I'm thinking like the ones who did it bigger then the ones who did it wit me they way nigga do I'm making sure they won't forget me
This me can't stand the rain but this ain't missy
My picture painted Im davinci movin through like gypsy
Hennessy on the rocks what got me tipsy feeling risky
Thats why Im good in my skin Im built to last I been playing to win I had to sit around and wait on niggaz turns all before I got in and now I'm in and killing everthing that's breathing the wind
That's why they call me the Hundo
Niggaz know I'm out for everything that I want yo
I know about the scene and My attitude mean and just before a nigga leave
