Wael Wehbeh - HPGS

Came from the back
Now I'm here making em racks
Shooting dem bars like I'm Mac
You searching for substance
You probably lost it
You party ain't shit unless you playing my tracks
Yes I do that
You throwing i swinging that bat
Then hit your girl in the cat
That gurl is a freak
She making me drip
While I wipe up my sweat with all your Durags
Mandem on the ends tryna make it home
Peng tings blow my phone that's iPhone dome
Take them to the bando no one knows
I breeze off when they acting calm
Burner on my side got me feeling warm
Cause I carry heat everywhere I go
Keep on gliding need some smoke
Keep on gliding while I got this mop
Hit it
Pass it
Get it
Spaz it
On my way to the chop shop
Got a drop top that's some big man tings
All of dem opps claim they packing some Skengs
But I swear none of dem man can swing
Hope to the location Paigons hating
Cause I got that diamond ring
Stone island matching cayman
Riding in style while I meet my link
All I do is baguettes carrots and peas
Even my diet's rich
Hop to the location flash my spinner
Turn your man to a bitch
There's a lot on the stakes
but they all vegan
I just need me some riz
I ain't taking no breaks
Always feasting
That's how I work my biz
Hit it
Pass it
Get it
Spaz it
I'm on my own don't trust nobody
I'm a topboy yeah I move like sully
Your bitch worse than 2020
But head so good she suck pain from me
I'm a master of disaster shoot films like an actor but faster holy zoot in my pocket I'm a pastor I share my wisdom broadcaster
Pull up to your yard with my whip
Strap on my lap I'm sick
Scram to your head real quick
Need my racks Lil bitch
I'm a lunatic
Tryna talk shit get dipped
Smoke your fam with my stick
One ending thats it
Hit it
Pass it
Get it
Spaz it
Funny how my heater make you motherfuckers freeze
All the ice on my neck you gon feel the fucking breeze
This is my wave yeah you in my fucking sea
This is my house yeah you in my seat
All I'm really tryna be is me
All these snakes in my life but it's still Gucci
All it started with was a dream but now I'm here in the shade of my huge money tree
Hustling hustling tryna make another buck
Hustling hustling yeah I can't get enough
Money been piling so much I can't see shit
Man if money was a drug it would be a real trip
So much bars that the track can't fit
I'm just tryna prove that I really can spit
How the hell do you expect me to quit
When we both know that I bodied that shit

Written by:
Wael Wehbeh

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