Lot these niggas snakes
You can't call em slat
Smoked your brother
Took em off the earth
You can't call em back
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Marshawn lynch
She gon keep
Running back
Tol momma that I'm talking shit
I gotta keep a strap
I gotta keep a pole
Cause I wont get
Ripd
Hit the plug for them zips
We gon turn it in to ps
The ghost feeled
Wit smoke no I can't see
Yo bitch sucking dick
She can't breathe
7 Or 11 we gon hit
Yeah it's green
Purple in my cup
Niggas sipping fake lean
Free my brother out that cell
Rip into the gs
Long live all the 3s
Gas in my lungs
Yeah it's getting to hard breathe
Don't worry what tol I her
Vegas staying on the map (Drop)
F*ck them nerd niggas
He was all bout his cash
I can't hate on no hustle
Get the bag
I won't fumble
Buffs on my face
Bitch I came in wit the muscle
Glock boxing niggas
You can call it royal rumble
I got these niggas sick
I ain't talking gobert
My gun super dirty
I ain't talking joe dirt
She popped 15
Baby take the whole perc
No rhianna in this bitch
Imma make these hoes work
Thot heard my name
All she want to do is twerk
On the road I touched yen
Hit Japan and have a splurge
This bitch a little freak
I see bands in her purse
Take the bitch home
We gon strip her for her worth
Bigbody Benz
N this weed from out of earth
I don't know bout no fades
Glock put him on a shirt
A lot of niggas bitches
Finna cop them a purse
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Said I aint talking honey smacks
Bitch
I ain't talking honey smacks
Tyrich$ - Honey Smacks Lyrics
Tyrich$ - Honey Smacks Lyrics
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Lot these niggas snakes
You can't call em slat
Smoked your brother
Took em off the earth
You can't call em back
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Marshawn lynch
She gon keep
Running back
Tol momma that I'm talking shit
I gotta keep a strap
I gotta keep a pole
Cause I wont get
Ripd
Hit the plug for them zips
We gon turn it in to ps
The ghost feeled
Wit smoke no I can't see
Yo bitch sucking dick
She can't breathe
7 Or 11 we gon hit
Yeah it's green
Purple in my cup
Niggas sipping fake lean
Free my brother out that cell
Rip into the gs
Long live all the 3s
Gas in my lungs
Yeah it's getting to hard breathe
Don't worry what tol I her
Vegas staying on the map (Drop)
F*ck them nerd niggas
He was all bout his cash
I can't hate on no hustle
Get the bag
I won't fumble
Buffs on my face
Bitch I came in wit the muscle
Glock boxing niggas
You can call it royal rumble
I got these niggas sick
I ain't talking gobert
My gun super dirty
I ain't talking joe dirt
She popped 15
Baby take the whole perc
No rhianna in this bitch
Imma make these hoes work
Thot heard my name
All she want to do is twerk
On the road I touched yen
Hit Japan and have a splurge
This bitch a little freak
I see bands in her purse
Take the bitch home
We gon strip her for her worth
Bigbody Benz
N this weed from out of earth
I don't know bout no fades
Glock put him on a shirt
A lot of niggas bitches
Finna cop them a purse
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Said I aint talking honey smacks
Bitch
I ain't talking honey smacks
You can't call em slat
Smoked your brother
Took em off the earth
You can't call em back
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Marshawn lynch
She gon keep
Running back
Tol momma that I'm talking shit
I gotta keep a strap
I gotta keep a pole
Cause I wont get
Ripd
Hit the plug for them zips
We gon turn it in to ps
The ghost feeled
Wit smoke no I can't see
Yo bitch sucking dick
She can't breathe
7 Or 11 we gon hit
Yeah it's green
Purple in my cup
Niggas sipping fake lean
Free my brother out that cell
Rip into the gs
Long live all the 3s
Gas in my lungs
Yeah it's getting to hard breathe
Don't worry what tol I her
Vegas staying on the map (Drop)
F*ck them nerd niggas
He was all bout his cash
I can't hate on no hustle
Get the bag
I won't fumble
Buffs on my face
Bitch I came in wit the muscle
Glock boxing niggas
You can call it royal rumble
I got these niggas sick
I ain't talking gobert
My gun super dirty
I ain't talking joe dirt
She popped 15
Baby take the whole perc
No rhianna in this bitch
Imma make these hoes work
Thot heard my name
All she want to do is twerk
On the road I touched yen
Hit Japan and have a splurge
This bitch a little freak
I see bands in her purse
Take the bitch home
We gon strip her for her worth
Bigbody Benz
N this weed from out of earth
I don't know bout no fades
Glock put him on a shirt
A lot of niggas bitches
Finna cop them a purse
100 Big bands
What I made
Off them Grocery bags
Hang the iPhone up
Motoralla ringing for that cash
Like a mouse in my house
Bitch I run the trap
All these bowls around
I ain't talking honey smacks
Said I aint talking honey smacks
Bitch
I ain't talking honey smacks
Writer: Tyler Wade
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