Broke Boi J - He Hidin! (feat. yo von chill)

(Yeah!)
(Uh, Oh yeah yeah) (Oh, yuh)
(Oh, woah, oh yeah yeah yuh)
(Oh, woah, oh yeah yeah yuh)
(Oh yuh, Oh yuh, Oh yuh!)
You know I go crazy when I spit in the mic
Yo hoe going crazy on dick like a bike
Keep my XD, not finna fight
That boy talking down he get put up like kite
Got 21, ain't got no knife
Glock with a beam and you know that bitch bright
If I see you in public you know its on sight
I'm keeping my dick tucked feel like a dyke
(Keeping my dick tucked just like a dyke, nigga that shit hard, bruh)
Call up and I know he'll hop in
I'm fucking yo bitch, yeah I nut on her eyelid
If I see some Balenci, I want it, I buy it
I'm keeping my Glock on my hip, yeah you dying
Say that you with it, lil boy, you is lying
Yo hoe gon fly on my dick like a pilot
Lil bitch, when we fucking. keep that shit in private
Fuck this life, bitch you know that we die lit!
Left that lil hoe, that bit' was crying
Slide on yo block with the heater get drying
Blues in my pocket aint talking no singing
Tits on the Drac' and them bitches giant
Pull out that Glock on him, boy started flying
SRT slid on his block he hidin (Yuh!)
Yeah that pussy boy hidin
Me and finna blow up no Osama bin laden (boom boom boom!)
Take yo bitch onna date to the muhfuckin' Islands
He say he got gas that bitch boy is lying (Cap)
Bitch I am a King, no muhfuckin' Lion
I'm freestylin' while yall niggas are writing (Damn)
Ain't gon do shit, you stay steady typing (Damn)
Yall niggas be different like heterozygous (Damn!)
His money is due to me, call that assignment
I stay in the lab, I aint talking no Science
Oh, he wanna hide? That nigga we find him
Catch him lacking in broad day, catch him perfect timing ( go off! )
Bedazzle myself in so many diamonds
No days off, I'm in the stu' grinding
Nickelodeon, I'm with my slimin'
Gotta get to the top, I ain't talkin no climbing
Got ice on me and its changing the climate
It's hard to you niggas, I'm flowing and rhymin' (Bitch!)
My diamonds they glowing, they glisten, they shinin'
I take the lil bitch and I nut on her eyelid
I'm serving the packs, yeah I'm serving the linings
Not worried bout a nigga, my business I'm minding
That lil nigga tripping, he said that I "mimed him"
Pull up with the red dot and we blind him (Jesus)
(Ooh, aye)
(Yeaye)
(Yeayeee, aye, ay, ay)

Written by:
Justin McNair, yo chill

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