Hinton - You

Look
Open doors to the Lincoln living Presidential
I ain’t try to flex but big houses in the residential
Address
If you seen it it just might offend you
Back yard with no shirt on swirling on a pencil
Background playing mad sounds
Dope instrumental
Tan Crocs
Rocking ankles socks
Just keeping it simple
Sun beam
Conjuring ideas to speak from the mental
They don’t wanna see a nigga great but shit it’s to late
Could talk about what I got but more about why you hate
A lot of y’all was there with me and still stuck in same place
I thought that y’all would press on but really y’all just pressed breaks
Can’t make a better wave so you rather ride my create
But here’s a lil update
I’m on to you niggas
Back to solo vibe vibing out to my biggest critic
So when you see me at the top it ain’t no secret who did it
It’s the third generation of the first name Hinton
Still the same
Nothing changed but my tax bracket
Still in the hood like Trayvon in a black jacket
I know the struggle just in case if I fall
Back to the bottom
No worry
I know just who to call
Come from the bottom
So fuck it
Since I got it
I ball
The last time I checked the price tag
It’s hard to recall
I don’t spend like I’m rich
I just spend what I get
Throw a couple in the safe and spend the rest on my fit
Spend the rest on my whip
Spend the rest on my bitch
Nails, toes, hair care
Keep her sexy as shit
God willing
I’m living it
Take a picture
I’m lit
Bitch don’t worry how I got it know my grind to legit
Why you all in my pocket
See, you must think I’m a lick
Black glock
Stay cocked
I don’t need a permit
Keep that hoe in my reach
So keep your distance at 6
I plan to shit on niggas
Already leaving you pissed
I’m just vibing in the lab
Al-B keeping it crisp
You know I come with the hits
Can’t name a time that I miss

Written by:
Hinton Covington

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