You know you don't sco nigga, bro, pass the Glock
This bitch took my whole high away, bro, pass the Woc
Pour a deuce up of that muddy shit, this ain't regular pop
Told the hoe she cannot f*ck me, no regular thots
Drop 73 up on his top feel like Luka then hit em
Billie jeans, I'm blowin' bags, in designer denim
Just acquired me 2 bad twins, I'm the man in the middle
Nonchalant , shoulder shrug, do I care? not a little
Really got a bitch from every letter, go from A to Z
That nigga out his mind, if he thinkin' he can play with me
I'm really a trophy up in this bitch, I feel like AVP (the MVP)
He walkin' up, I'm sorry God, but I'ma send him back
In this bitch with CashmoneyBoyz, we thumbin' hella racks
You don't know got a loaf with you, the Loafy Man'll probably get you whacked
If he keep on playin', he gon, ahhh
Thick bitch keep playin' with her ass, she better make her clap
Big bowls shit sinkin' up the room, it's exotic in there
When we f*ck, she playin' w my dreads, she in love with my hair
I'm an icon to these bitches, when I walk in they stare
No, you niggas can't stand the motion, go pull up a chair
AMGs all around, we gettin' big money, big foreigns
Hoggin' up the lane, you hear this shit roarin
Eleventh grade, I'm pourin' fours inside the classroom
Rappin' niggas, catch me makin' songs up in the bathroom
HNR and Billy boys f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
HNR and Billy boy f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
Niggas like to talk loud, but they ain't got shit
A bullet nigga hit his head, now his top missin
I can't even trust my brodie, he done shot bitches
I let my brodie wear the Rollie, now his time different
And my niggas like to score like they Pie nem
I told that bitch I'm from the 100's, I'm a pioneer
When we ever do a show, we got the iron in
Take a nigga's chain, take his life, then pawn that bitch
I'm the real deal, Loafy, niggas know that
Back then, I was playin' hoes with the Fro attached
Niggas better watch out because the Fro
Old niggas hatin' on a kid with their old ass
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I put my hooper on his ass, uh
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I send a hooper on his ass
You is not that, niggas keep on lyin' in raps
He got his chain took and niggas buying it back
He got a new bitch, I'm finna hyphen her ass
Finna take the little bitch and go and buy her a bag
You not that, these niggas not that, don't got nothin
I got the Glock on me, why the f*ck am I fussin'
I did that lotta dirt, why the f*ck am I trusted
She done them f*ck the hunnid niggas, why the f*ck would I trust her, nigga
HNR PIE - Westmont Freestyle (feat. DoMo) Lyrics
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You know you don't sco nigga, bro, pass the Glock
This bitch took my whole high away, bro, pass the Woc
Pour a deuce up of that muddy shit, this ain't regular pop
Told the hoe she cannot f*ck me, no regular thots
Drop 73 up on his top feel like Luka then hit em
Billie jeans, I'm blowin' bags, in designer denim
Just acquired me 2 bad twins, I'm the man in the middle
Nonchalant , shoulder shrug, do I care? not a little
Really got a bitch from every letter, go from A to Z
That nigga out his mind, if he thinkin' he can play with me
I'm really a trophy up in this bitch, I feel like AVP (the MVP)
He walkin' up, I'm sorry God, but I'ma send him back
In this bitch with CashmoneyBoyz, we thumbin' hella racks
You don't know got a loaf with you, the Loafy Man'll probably get you whacked
If he keep on playin', he gon, ahhh
Thick bitch keep playin' with her ass, she better make her clap
Big bowls shit sinkin' up the room, it's exotic in there
When we f*ck, she playin' w my dreads, she in love with my hair
I'm an icon to these bitches, when I walk in they stare
No, you niggas can't stand the motion, go pull up a chair
AMGs all around, we gettin' big money, big foreigns
Hoggin' up the lane, you hear this shit roarin
Eleventh grade, I'm pourin' fours inside the classroom
Rappin' niggas, catch me makin' songs up in the bathroom
HNR and Billy boys f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
HNR and Billy boy f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
Niggas like to talk loud, but they ain't got shit
A bullet nigga hit his head, now his top missin
I can't even trust my brodie, he done shot bitches
I let my brodie wear the Rollie, now his time different
And my niggas like to score like they Pie nem
I told that bitch I'm from the 100's, I'm a pioneer
When we ever do a show, we got the iron in
Take a nigga's chain, take his life, then pawn that bitch
I'm the real deal, Loafy, niggas know that
Back then, I was playin' hoes with the Fro attached
Niggas better watch out because the Fro
Old niggas hatin' on a kid with their old ass
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I put my hooper on his ass, uh
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I send a hooper on his ass
You is not that, niggas keep on lyin' in raps
He got his chain took and niggas buying it back
He got a new bitch, I'm finna hyphen her ass
Finna take the little bitch and go and buy her a bag
You not that, these niggas not that, don't got nothin
I got the Glock on me, why the f*ck am I fussin'
I did that lotta dirt, why the f*ck am I trusted
She done them f*ck the hunnid niggas, why the f*ck would I trust her, nigga
This bitch took my whole high away, bro, pass the Woc
Pour a deuce up of that muddy shit, this ain't regular pop
Told the hoe she cannot f*ck me, no regular thots
Drop 73 up on his top feel like Luka then hit em
Billie jeans, I'm blowin' bags, in designer denim
Just acquired me 2 bad twins, I'm the man in the middle
Nonchalant , shoulder shrug, do I care? not a little
Really got a bitch from every letter, go from A to Z
That nigga out his mind, if he thinkin' he can play with me
I'm really a trophy up in this bitch, I feel like AVP (the MVP)
He walkin' up, I'm sorry God, but I'ma send him back
In this bitch with CashmoneyBoyz, we thumbin' hella racks
You don't know got a loaf with you, the Loafy Man'll probably get you whacked
If he keep on playin', he gon, ahhh
Thick bitch keep playin' with her ass, she better make her clap
Big bowls shit sinkin' up the room, it's exotic in there
When we f*ck, she playin' w my dreads, she in love with my hair
I'm an icon to these bitches, when I walk in they stare
No, you niggas can't stand the motion, go pull up a chair
AMGs all around, we gettin' big money, big foreigns
Hoggin' up the lane, you hear this shit roarin
Eleventh grade, I'm pourin' fours inside the classroom
Rappin' niggas, catch me makin' songs up in the bathroom
HNR and Billy boys f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
HNR and Billy boy f*ckin' shit up
Plottin' on them, waitin' on his ass to put his wrist up
I'm still waitin' on this bitch to eat the dick up
We gon' catch him, we just waitin' on his slip up
Niggas like to talk loud, but they ain't got shit
A bullet nigga hit his head, now his top missin
I can't even trust my brodie, he done shot bitches
I let my brodie wear the Rollie, now his time different
And my niggas like to score like they Pie nem
I told that bitch I'm from the 100's, I'm a pioneer
When we ever do a show, we got the iron in
Take a nigga's chain, take his life, then pawn that bitch
I'm the real deal, Loafy, niggas know that
Back then, I was playin' hoes with the Fro attached
Niggas better watch out because the Fro
Old niggas hatin' on a kid with their old ass
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I put my hooper on his ass, uh
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
CashMoney, this n that n cash that
This nigga wanna play, I send a hooper on his ass
You is not that, niggas keep on lyin' in raps
He got his chain took and niggas buying it back
He got a new bitch, I'm finna hyphen her ass
Finna take the little bitch and go and buy her a bag
You not that, these niggas not that, don't got nothin
I got the Glock on me, why the f*ck am I fussin'
I did that lotta dirt, why the f*ck am I trusted
She done them f*ck the hunnid niggas, why the f*ck would I trust her, nigga
Writer: HNR PIE
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