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Hunnet Round - 8th Grade Lyrics



Hunnet Round - 8th Grade Lyrics




I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it, empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...

I been on a mission, ian f*cked up bout the bitches...
Gotta let hoes be bitches, & bros be snitching...
He broke the code he tripping, you let him go you slipping...
Ima unload like pippin, buss at a nigga he runnin he dippin...
He did a hunnet, that young nigga gettin it...
Locked on my target so no ian missin...
Ian worried bout no tension, got no intention, to go out sad in my feelings...
Gettin in my bag how I'm living, make a few plays fa my siblings
Since pops will not get a pension...
Plenty drug dealing, you call em drugs damn I call it mind state healers...
Cause lord I need healing, my heart black no feelings...
Plus it got a crack in the middle...
Need someone to heal it, I got a bitch from cecelia, hair look brazilian...
Hit from the back & I grip it...
Heard she be strippin inside the vlive in memphis, might have to pull up & tip her...
Keep her dick grippers, done, she like to suck it for fun, she suck my dick til I cum...
Do it so good make me run, damn I'm stunned, I think I'm in love...

I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it , empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...

Thank the lord that I made it, kicked outta school still graduated...
That cant from dedication, made straight as, some bs, no bagels...
Middle finger to my haters, tatt it on my hand so you know I'm gone say it...
I can't even lie y'all made me, bmi nigga say my name you paying...
Lets get one that understood...
Cause I made good grades don't think ian hood...
Just a young nigga that always understood...
If I want some in life I got to f*ckin do it...
Anywhere I'm good, in anybody hood, swear ta god mane I wish a nigga would...
Ion do no beef I'm full , but I want all smoke get high red bull...
And I walked in wit my tool, I'm missin a screw don't make the wrong move...
And I walked in wit my tool, I'm missin a screw don't make the wrong move...
They don't understand my pain, they don't understand my pain...
They don't understand my pain, they don't understand my pain...

I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it, empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...
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I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it, empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...

I been on a mission, ian f*cked up bout the bitches...
Gotta let hoes be bitches, & bros be snitching...
He broke the code he tripping, you let him go you slipping...
Ima unload like pippin, buss at a nigga he runnin he dippin...
He did a hunnet, that young nigga gettin it...
Locked on my target so no ian missin...
Ian worried bout no tension, got no intention, to go out sad in my feelings...
Gettin in my bag how I'm living, make a few plays fa my siblings
Since pops will not get a pension...
Plenty drug dealing, you call em drugs damn I call it mind state healers...
Cause lord I need healing, my heart black no feelings...
Plus it got a crack in the middle...
Need someone to heal it, I got a bitch from cecelia, hair look brazilian...
Hit from the back & I grip it...
Heard she be strippin inside the vlive in memphis, might have to pull up & tip her...
Keep her dick grippers, done, she like to suck it for fun, she suck my dick til I cum...
Do it so good make me run, damn I'm stunned, I think I'm in love...

I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it , empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...

Thank the lord that I made it, kicked outta school still graduated...
That cant from dedication, made straight as, some bs, no bagels...
Middle finger to my haters, tatt it on my hand so you know I'm gone say it...
I can't even lie y'all made me, bmi nigga say my name you paying...
Lets get one that understood...
Cause I made good grades don't think ian hood...
Just a young nigga that always understood...
If I want some in life I got to f*ckin do it...
Anywhere I'm good, in anybody hood, swear ta god mane I wish a nigga would...
Ion do no beef I'm full , but I want all smoke get high red bull...
And I walked in wit my tool, I'm missin a screw don't make the wrong move...
And I walked in wit my tool, I'm missin a screw don't make the wrong move...
They don't understand my pain, they don't understand my pain...
They don't understand my pain, they don't understand my pain...

I had ta make a decision, this aint the way that I'm tryna be living...
Jumped in the game on my pivot, in my own lane feelin tipsy...
Driving a coop like it's rented, windows not tinted, when I boss want you niggas ta feel it...
See how I'm gettin it...
I'ma get money long as they print it, empty parking lot no cap I'm spinning...

They brought them glocks, I brought the thots out, damn I just popped out (aye aye)
Straight 2 the top now, no I cant stop now, block me get shot down (aye aye)
I been the same since 8 grade, lost my uncle will in 8 days
Every since then it's been 8ways, to get paid might up the drac...
Accept all smoke that bome my way, need 30 gang one call don't play...
Either way it go ima hop out & slay, make a nigga feel me coming thru the pavement...
I been going brazy, lately, wonder how a nigga gone make it
Patience, mama saw ha her first born made it, safety, grow into man, nomoe lil baby...
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Writer: Deshawn Lester
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