Hp Boyz - Blueprint

I got the plans
My g's been running this game
Six, six, six, six

Put me on the mic, no chill
I wanna be like Michael Scofield
Not Jordan, not Jackson
Fuck outta my town with the accent
I'm back in, I'm better
Stay strappin', my tenna
Never gonna fold under pressure
Nah, nah, nah
I was on the M1 doing 180 in the Hilux
They can come get me, that's ancient (that's ancient)
If that's foul play, then that's flaming
Tell them I'm faded, tell them I'm off my nut
Tell them I'm too straight up, tell them I'm fit
Tell them don't waste my time, tell them don't take my lines
And I got tricks like Benihana
And I cut throats but I ain't no barber (nah)
Tell me who's harder than me (who? Who)
Tell me who's heartbeats harder than this
And I, got no heart for the pigs
Got no heart for a snitch
Shout out to kizza, shout out to P
My g's go hard for the six, six, six, six

I got the plans, I got the blueprint
My g's been running this game (runnin' it, runnin' it)
Stop this nuisance
Have you ever gripped these cans
Have you ever seen these bands
Have you ever flipped the P, double and stash
Have you ever been this mad (been this mad)

Take an L cause you're learning
Bro's got skills on bills, money coming in that's earning (cash)
In and out like a skerman
3976 on the German
Curving, while the rubbers still burning, swerving
Man can't talk about whips
Talk about bikes, lies, lies
How many times have I told you? (whatchu mean?)
That's bread and butter I'll fold them
Mully so long that's olden
Trust me brother I was chosen, stay lurking
Still, don't know what I meaning
Don't know what I'm fiendin'
Tell the big bro pack the weed in (tell 'em)
Gotta stay fit for the weekend
In the penthouse and the money still peaking
Do you know what I'm speaking (all of that)
This is the life I've been living
Man I've been eating
Ahki be putting the keys in, ignition
Don't talk about ammunition bros got a sawn-off (gaza)
Looks kinda worn off
Brother be careful of them door knocks (free Levy)
While I'm in the booth tryna make the right move
Tryna do this music for a reason, part of my goal for the season
Lesson I'm breathing
So don't talk to me, don't talk to me not even Steven

I got the plans, I got the blueprint
My g's been running this game (runnin' it, runnin' it)
Stop this nuisance
Have you ever gripped these cans
Have you ever seen these bands
Have you ever flipped the P, double and stash
Have you ever been this mad (been this mad)

You don't know about murkin' (murkin')
My g's out here putting work in (non-stop)
Cause you dress the part and you act the role
But your boys out here still learning, please
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
My g's put southeast on the scene (the gang)
You don't know what it means, all of my g's chasing that cheese (all of them)
'Cause the bastard soft too sweet, crack head need to eat
Talk about your dreams, shit when was the last time you had a sleep (when? When?)
You need that snooze, me and my boys with the booze (fucked it off)
J Rock win, the six out here never lose (win)
Six, six, six, six, six, fat like Kathmandu
I've seen it all the shh, you can't show me new
This is HP culture, you're not even close brah
Tings are, skeez, enough too tough for another fat poster
Hampton this, Hampton that, Hampton six, Hampton (Hampton)
Making moves no capping (capping)
Fuck your squad we brought flank in (fuck 'em all)
Bankrupt and we'll bank him
Cash flow still stacking, like this cone piece that I'm packing
Six boys is what I'm backing

Written by:
Junior Mike, Samoa Fune, Tino Taito

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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