Sport (Outro) M Huncho
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[Intro]
Look, look
[Verse 1]
I need to get new clothes, so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton, I need all these package, just get rid and gone
Wake up and it's sex in the mornin', if she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play striker, brudda, just stick to your own role
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these bruddas, I box up a Bud, and it’s taking time and I'm movin' like portal
I be like Mayfair, you be the pall mall
Stack it up, stack it up, it's lookin' so tall, tall
Monopoly, fuck this sodomy, I'm with Sean D and the beat is knockin'
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a fuck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated
[Chorus]
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
Look, look
[Verse 1]
I need to get new clothes, so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton, I need all these package, just get rid and gone
Wake up and it's sex in the mornin', if she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play striker, brudda, just stick to your own role
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these bruddas, I box up a Bud, and it’s taking time and I'm movin' like portal
I be like Mayfair, you be the pall mall
Stack it up, stack it up, it's lookin' so tall, tall
Monopoly, fuck this sodomy, I'm with Sean D and the beat is knockin'
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a fuck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated
[Chorus]
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
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