Ots J Huncho - 2 Headed Ape (feat. TooFat Troub)

I like that one
Huncho on the beat bitch
2peece too your mouth (Gooo)
King of this shit like I fuck with Coretta
I'm from the O where the love a lil lesser
My brody bro just went got him a torch
Knock the soul out of men he done named it Odetta (Uh)
I got some plays from O.K. to Odessa
When they want the pressure, they call and I double that
You buy designer to impress a hoe
Who gon' throw me that cat in some Hanes and a trucker hat
Mad as the fuck cause he wanna be Hunch
But it's some shit that you can't be
And I was just broke as the fuck
Then I got me some luck, ran it up off the AKG
And I got a Barbie in every neighborhood in Oklahoma
Like I was with P.H.E
I dropped out of school like Ye
But power hoes and digits my P.H.D
Back when you niggas was tryna be dancers
We was somewhere pouring fours in a Fanta
Turned into Thor how the hoes want the hammer
His bitch she adore me like I was a Sanders
Cho Cole Ben she wanna do it on camera
I remember them days I was nothing to a bitch
Now I be dogging them might get a leash
And my pocket's too fat I went troub on a bitch
Say Huncho got the wave and the torch (Uh Huh)
Every day I lose little remorse (Ion need it)
And I'm quick to intercept me a bitch from a nigga
I might just go with me the Thorpe (These Facts)
Everything that I do rappers copy
Then try they shot shit feel like horse (The Fuck)
And fuck being on a list with some rappers
My nigga put me on the Forbes (Bitch)
What up J I'm a Huncho
I'll make it rain in this bitch, need a poncho
I can get Poyo, bitch call Sancho
See a opp paint a opp bitch I'm Picasso
I need my guapo, I need it undelay
On the set, I serve a J on a holiday
I hit a play at the fair, let the kids get a funnel cake
These niggas pussy need roses to masturbate
And bitch I can't stop, won't stop
Hard on the bitch, send her ass to a truck stop
She heard I be having motion and what not
Forty gon touch on his ass like a drunk pops
TooFat I might never go to a gym really
Bust a nut on her face, give her a wet willy
I got a white hoe, she shop at Tilly's
Chop a finger off, you still gon' feel me
Get off the gas, you ain't living on front lines
Really a shooter, part-time use punchlines
These niggas police one time
Stiff on the hoe, bitch you ain't getting none of mine
Ain't got your own, bitch you broke, you are not a dime
These niggas jacking my style, that is not a crime
You're not a criminal, you're just a loser
Bro had dreams towards me, he a shooter
Four-five on me, a cougar
She got a butt, that's a pooter
I ain't talking paper, I'm a juker Tyreek
I'm on the hill serving pills keep it lowkey
I'm serving Lindsay Lohan and got Joe Green
These niggas lactose intolerant no cheese
These niggas broke as the fuck poor team
And I'll pull a nigga hoe card
TooFat nigga, hold on
Gang full of risk takers
She know it come to the Hunch it ain't shit greater
Smoother than Big Daddy Kane
With more hoes than OU line blocking some fifth graders
Never a shit starter always a shit straighter
You don't know Nation one thing we gon' get paper
Off in my town they ain't playing for cheese
Put that boy on a tee like the motherfucking Big Gator
Tebow
Bitch
King of this shit like I fuck with Coretta
I'm from the O where the love a lil lesser
My brody bro just went got him a torch
Knock the soul out of men he done named it Odetta (Uh)
I got some plays from O.K. to Odessa
When they want the pressure, they call and I double that
You buy designer to impress a hoe
Who gon' throw me that cat in some Hanes and a trucker hat (The Fuck)

Written by:
Roger Wright, TooFat Troub

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