[Intro: J1Hunnit]
1Hunnit
(Keep that shit low-key, Tae)
[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I hear niggas talking bricks, but ain't work no slabs
A lotta niggas out here upping blicky never witnessed a jab
I can throw them bitches and shoot like the Gemini Man
He ain't popping shit in real life, he a media man
I just put them bands up for later, I ain't showing my hand
My plug just threw the gas from out the blue, I ain't even much ask
I got struck by this green from out of nowhere like Meteor Man
Exotic bags in my trench coat like the CD man (What you need?)
Make your picking, I'll have that new shit as soon as it land
You the type of nigga fuck your main nigga bitch if she ask
I don't even speak to broski bitch, she get treated like Pam
I don't really like them bougie hoes, but they can get whammed
I like my ho to know how to cook neck, bones, and yams
I like hoes that pull they phone out and ask to put it on camera
I'm from where you work at Clean Harbors, sell dope, or scam
I'm from where a rich bitch a myth, they just ratchet or scandalous
Let me know, can you handle it?
They told him dump the whole clip, he just dropped it and panicked
Youngin had to do his work, he took one for the family
A nigga play, then we gon' blitz the whole squad like the Ravens
I turn into Don Martindale, you should be more careful
Louie got some moonrock in, he want eighty a pebble
We ain't dropping prices, shop with them if you feeling rebellious
Dude just asked me what flavors I got, I responded, "They various"
1Hunnit
(Keep that shit low-key, Tae)
[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I hear niggas talking bricks, but ain't work no slabs
A lotta niggas out here upping blicky never witnessed a jab
I can throw them bitches and shoot like the Gemini Man
He ain't popping shit in real life, he a media man
I just put them bands up for later, I ain't showing my hand
My plug just threw the gas from out the blue, I ain't even much ask
I got struck by this green from out of nowhere like Meteor Man
Exotic bags in my trench coat like the CD man (What you need?)
Make your picking, I'll have that new shit as soon as it land
You the type of nigga fuck your main nigga bitch if she ask
I don't even speak to broski bitch, she get treated like Pam
I don't really like them bougie hoes, but they can get whammed
I like my ho to know how to cook neck, bones, and yams
I like hoes that pull they phone out and ask to put it on camera
I'm from where you work at Clean Harbors, sell dope, or scam
I'm from where a rich bitch a myth, they just ratchet or scandalous
Let me know, can you handle it?
They told him dump the whole clip, he just dropped it and panicked
Youngin had to do his work, he took one for the family
A nigga play, then we gon' blitz the whole squad like the Ravens
I turn into Don Martindale, you should be more careful
Louie got some moonrock in, he want eighty a pebble
We ain't dropping prices, shop with them if you feeling rebellious
Dude just asked me what flavors I got, I responded, "They various"
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