Ceehuncho - 402 To 480

2022 got kicked out the house had to backpack it
2017 was fucking money up I was backtracking
We among the winning teams you in the bad bracket
I'm really getting views just check out my last track list
Smoking my opp out of a cart portable enemies
Can't put a ring on it she give out horrible energy
I can fuck your bitch
Just need to take the cork off the Hennessy
Lean got me unable to walk like I got heavy feet
I might not be top five in Arizona imma top ten it
Bust so much shit out my gun that the Glock finished
And I do not mean sexually
Grade A dope can't tell you the special recipe
How you trying to start a rap career but ain't got no funds?
Girly tapped out after two rounds she ain't no fun
Put the ice in the styrofoam dropped some lean in a cold cup
Dropped him and his mans somebody come get they bro up
Take some wrong shit and make it right I'm an innovator
.308 leave lumps in his chest it's a titty maker
Use an explosive destroy his car I'm a hemi breaker
My youngan wylin out taking watches he a prezi taker
She all on my nuts like it's granola
She gon' blow me like a flute not no recorder
Young rich nigga poured a ten in a big soda
This a 5.7 not a choppa this a big blower
From the 402 to the 480
I made a living just rapping about pouring O's
We can go head to head
Alright toe to toe
I ain't a stripper but I'm always staying by a pole
You think Cee Huncho going broke?
You must be smoking dope
You paid for her flight we the type to be hoein hoes
Real purple stuff poured a eight of the Morton Grove
Steppin on shit so much that I got sore toes
Dribble like I'm Jayson Tatum you can't handle me
He tried to knock me off for four bands
Now he on channel three
When shit get dark we stay lit how a candle be
She gave me top on the beach she got sandy knees
Five baby bottles of cough syrup how could I get sick?
Take his bag to the end zone this a pick six
Bad lil petite Latina with me picture perfect
Had to stop fucking with the pills they was worthless
My gang kill ratio higher than the death rate of fentanyl
Bro your shit barely even pink I got a redder pop
A pound of Zaza Glock and some work
I just broke several laws
Bro got killed over some work that's a petty cause
I was in class with like ten on me
In the trap with a 80 piece that's a Benz on me
Oh he say he cannot lack?
Put my lens on him
Caught that goofy out in public put my hands on em
Dawg made a quarter million stuffing weed into mylars
Just a gas station trip gotta have at least five cars
No this ain't no movie script you can die hard
Me and my team the hottest outta Phoenix and that's by far
Leave his body hanging he a scarecrow
Calm but I can turn into a beast I'm a wear wolf
Bust a nut without a rubber she got bare boned
Heat graze over his head now his hair gone
We live the lives that the opps rapping about
Said you was up a hunnid then police took it
What you cappin about?
Walk into his crib and take packs out the trapping house
Before a nigga even rat I can tell he mouse

Written by:
Cee Huncho

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