Ceehuncho - Attempted Hit

In school the only numbers
I was thinking 'bout was getting rich
They got dawg on conspiracy
For an attempted hit
Finna water down the tris and wok
But the red ain't hit
Make the car loud as fuck
I put some new headers in
Expertise in multiple fields
Bitch I'm a specialist
It's a scary time in the party
I got the weapon in
My bitch curvy and natural
How a lemon is
You cannot step around this jawn
If you ain't checkin' in
Chillin in my $40,000 car
When I need peace and quiet
Put a lil suppressor on the shhh
Now the piece quiet
I can tell when shit 'bout to pop off
I can read violence
Yo bitch playin' with my wood
She a tree climber
I think I'm finna fuck this bad bitch
For the one timer
Touchdown out in San Francisco
I'm a 49'er
Drop a package off on yo street
I'm a road finder
Riding with my chains serving fire
I'm the ghost rider
I'm finna bring the metal and sticks out
It's time for rock & roll
This gun right here can ignite more shit
Than a block of coal
Fuck a bitch you can catch me chilling
With a dozen bows
You better have a tiddie or a stick
I got a hundred loaded
I can teach you how to make a bag
I be money coaching
Run up on 'em with the badger PDW
He got honey roasted
Eleven grams of top tier
Got my stomach choking
He said he was the ice king
Now he a bloody snowman
Gotta stay true to yourself
The streets don't show a lot of love
I even gave my brothers some
When all I had was a couples 1's
I remember staying fresh back then
Tryna cop the 1's
How the hell is you a real playa?
You won't even run my ones
Was up a 20 last year
Now it's a couple dubs
Realized I'm a boss
Had to separate from all the bums
The ones that claim that they real
They be the fakest ones
Two tone BMW with the faded colors

Written by:
Cee Huncho

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