HonxhoDaHurk - 5 AM Freestyle

I cant lack, won't catch me without it
Like Master P, bitch you know that I'm bout it
I'm in the trap and I can't stop counting
So many bands, think I need an accountant
Them racks coming in, this shit keep piling
I put that shit on, I don't need a stylist
What spent on my pants, your nigga allowance
I hit his drank now the nigga keep pouting
I hit da pint/paint now they say that I'm fouling
Whip out the tech, I'm with all of the violence
Shootouts broad day, you know Hurk be wiling
Don't try to diss and get hit up for rhyming
You looking for perks I know where to find it
In the trap with my Glock bitch you know where to find me
Shit look fishy, you know that I'm frying em
I stay with the stick bitch I feel like a blind man
I'm in the trap and I'm serving exotic
Racks in the bag, can't fit in the pocket
Real trap nigga, I don't own a wallet
If you want the drugs I'm the plug to the socket
Don't call my phone unless you shopping
We got what you want, what you need? Come cop it
Go get the money, that's not a option
I don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the profit
Big Four-Five, I'm not with the boxing
You niggas is bitches, all y'all do is gossip
I call up my shooters and we get it popping
Aim at his brain shit looking like pasta
I work the night shift, I feel like a possum
Put you in the dirt, treat that boy like a fossil
Got hella scripts, call me Honxho the Doctor
I'm in the trap, I got blow for your nostrils
My shooter come thru like Max off Shottas
Say hey to the opps, we waving the Choppa
Micro Drake, that bitch a heart stopper
I love to See Murder/C-Murder feel like Silkk the Shocker
Put a opp on the news, we gone make that boy popular
I stay on point, bitch no pencil sharpener
Give your bitch the wood I feel like a carpenter
I'm F'ing that bitch, feel like Mr. Crocker
I'm kicking shit, but I'm not playing soccer
I'm smoking on gas, smell like Davy Jones locker
I stay on the grind, I be chasing them dollars
I'm really him, ion care bout no followers
Stay in your lane, you don't want no problems
Get hit in your brain, we got hallows for robbers
I can teach you the game, I feel like a scholar
Get the workout early, I feel like a jogger
I'm up early at 5 in the Morning
I'm catching them pints, you know I be scoring
Don't fuck wit these niggas, these niggas informants
Take my talents to Charlotte and ball like a Hornet
That 30 be hanging, that shit like a ornament
My team shoot shit, NCAA Tournament
Try and you die, ain't giving out warnings
You can die about a song before you perform it

Written by:
Reyez Smith

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