Back to Back D-Block Europe (Ft. M Huncho)

[Intro: M Huncho]
808 Pound
Fly, fly

[Verse 1: M Huncho & Young Adz]
I'm treatin' the trap like a Winnebago
And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego
Nothin' but net when I'm at the free throw
Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat
Rendezvous, I got stopped on the interstate
A pound of Biscotti, that's personal
I guess some people just can't relate
Information, I can't correlate
Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze
Quincy knows Huncho just bags in three's
Used to hit up roulette, lost a couple G's
Invested some money in couple gibs
All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs (Racks, hah)
There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit
My plug is Pierre then I'm Lacazette
Early morning, I sell fresh baguettes
I bought my mother some new baguettes
But she ain't proud when I do the most
Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a toast
Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a speech
Let me tell you that money can marry you
The face on the note, yeah, it's still a bitch
I sit down and think that I'm not content (Nah)
I get tempted and I flip a brick (Woo)
Can't get drawn out, yeah, that's what they wishin' for
Police focused, yeah, that's what they wishin' for
Sittin' catching some last with my brudda, woah
Leave the studio, I got another one
I'm tryna make all, smoking all the dope
When I look at these baggies it give me hope
When I look at the studio, it give me hope, uh (Skeet, yeah)