Locals - Hunny Lyrics

Hit her up its a ballpark
So she start up like a race car
Booty shake when the bass hits
Scooby snacks imma dog bruh
You be last on the pay cut
You the past like da old bitches
Scooter past while I smoke a blunt
Just a local with a small business
If it ain't mine
Why am I up in it
I guess this Lyfe
Ys all up in it
My focal point in the mud
Where them broads swimming
The vocals talk but I'm lost in the awe of it
The music blasts with the Sonics imma ball with it
To the mall for my mom til my age ancient
Hit the keys tryna make em say good gracious
Good gracious we tapped in
On these tapes
Death match with confetti plus what Uub makes
And whatever I had ready
In the gas tank
We always steady
Never shake
You can dish the petty
While we pushin beats
Push a button
Then we hit release
Ain't it something
Ihope it sets us free
Jeez

Sum locals with vocals hittin range
No extras we need extra the space
No folding we locos we flexin mane
Cold solos internal we in the bag

And I Haven't even started
I guess Plaques will be my marker
Probably be a martyr
I can't
Promise on my momma
I ain't dying soon
And even when I do
I wrote this song for y'all
Bested all my shit
Now I am the best of all
F*ck is competition
Just some friends involved
Lyfe don't do submission
Mission take it all
Doubt the definition but forensics tall
I guess my ego talkin
Frijo mijo smoking diesel often
Please don't touch my blunt while I'm f*ckin coughin
You can't call me tony less you know my father
It's just lyfe to you
Ion like no extras
In this life I do
Do not flex the sentence
When I send it thru hope y'all get the message

Sum locals with vocals hittin range
No extras no extras we need space
No folding we locos we flexin mane
Cold solos internal we in the bag

You take what you
Learn them you grasp it
I take what I want
It's a habit
No time for no tricks
I'm no rabbit
No time for no kids
Extra baggage
No time for no shit
I got plans bitch
Whole time on my ship
I'm just landin