Otto-Matik - H $ T L (feat. Yung Kruhlik)
I just hopped into a brand new whipYour song come on and you know i had to skip
Yeah your girl is dressin like she want to fuckin strip
I told lil' shawty that she needs to get a grip
We bout that action, this shits my passion
Light up the J, I'm reluctant to passing
I get up in it a pussy assassin
Wish i was Rick straight chillin with dragons
Okay let's go
My boys ain't chasin a hoe
Smoking on weed but we're focused on dough
Think ima make it i got all these flows
You ain't gon make you'll be 6 below
They say you don't pop out enough
I stay low key I ain't tryna turn up
I can get litty after i blowup
I still hit my dealer, you know we linked up
I'm 4 years deep, and I'm tryna stay humble
Sometimes it's difficult with all of this mumble
And they all ask me how I haven't fumbled
I got 2 syllables for them that hustle
That's hustle hustle, that's hustle yuh
That's hustle hustle, that's hustle yuh
I'm a man, I'm a dog
Got the bands, I'm a boss
Ima hand you your loss, Ima dance on your mom
Like I took her to prom and she knows all my songs
She knows this is wrong but we still get it on
Then I got my blunt, then I hit it from the front
Homie wanna steal so I hit em with a bunt
Kick that bitch out with a 50 yard punt
Smoking that candy, OG Runts
20 years of greatest in the making
Single mom, ain't never had the bacon
Growing up I had to fake it
Out of the streets, I fucking made it
Run down trailer, pops was a banger
Rob that OC just for that paper
Got 10 years, I'll see you later
A player respects a player
Skrtt
Pull up bitch I'm looking crispy
Hitting the pen while I'm watching some disney
I got the water like my name is misty
I've only been smoking so why i feel tipsy
Took that lil bitch to the store
Hit that lil bitch in her throat
Baby be begging for more
Always be blowing out smoke
Only my shorty knows, that I'm packin
Said your superior, look at what happened
I know if your talking, then you must be Cappin
We got a sequel, i gotta be snappin
Girls be yapping like I'm famous
Cheeks be clapping on me dangerous
I be strapped with a team of aimers
Diamonds on my teeth, their not retainers
Yuh, hop on the beat, all i know is bring heat
I got my diploma all i had to do is cheat
All I'm tryna do is stay on my feet
Just like zack and Cody, i think that my life is suite
From the west just like I'm Russell
Averaging a triple double
Got the bag, I got that duffle
On my grind I'm on my hustle
Yuh
Written by:
Griffin Swanson
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