KidCarlos - Hen Hen

These bitches they gon off the hen hen
They mixin that bitch w the gin gin
They slurrin they're words and they're sentence
And they tryna come back to the crib crib
Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits
Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket
Typa shit that'll boost ya adrenaline
Said she wanna check out my fit fit
Like no, I don't I wanna get intimate
I needa go get off this pic pic
Said bitch I been stacking my dividends
And recently keeping my distance
Said bitch I been stacking my dividends
And recently keeping my distance okay
Said I'm a rockstar I do this shit my way
Hop out the jaguar and speed off in a wraith
Ima cash out with my racks out any day
I keep the blicks on and sticks on my waist
These niggas love beef till we pull up and hop out and we shut down ya whole city
I pull up 4 deep in a Tahoe, let the shots out, till ya block down, no kiddin
Said Bae I'm a demon, put his body on Fox News, if he talk to my bitty
My dog ima feed em they bones, they got chewed his squad too, no rlly
For real, huh, bitch I'm flawless, for real
My pockets so tight from them dollars
I'm talking about all 'em, I barely fit all it for real
If you touch on my pockets, it's gon be a problem
Put you in a coffin, the way I stomp on the wheel
Put you in a coffin, the way I stomp on the wheel, for real
These bitches they gon off the hen hen
They mixin that bitch w the gin gin
They slurrin they're words and they're sentence
And they tryna come back to the crib crib
Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits
Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket
Getting rickety-racks racks
Aim for his fuckin SnapBack
Uzi make him dance, but promise this gon be his last damn
Bitch I'm getting mad racks
Get turned into a hashtag
She still worried about them bitches, I thought we was passed that
Guess not
These niggas gon burn, yeah this led hot
Like school pics, only headshots
No I cannot die, less the bread stop
My niggas got bread, we the bread squad
Her friends give me head, that's a head swap
Aim for his nerves, his legs stop
Airhead nigga, make his head pop
12 on my ass don't even care that bitch in sport mode
Tellem bring more bottles in this bitch, they bringing more hoes
Bitch we going to war, so bitch we bringing more poles
The opps only hating, cuz KC getting more dough
More dough, more cake, baby make that ass shake
Can you turn around and drop it low? Make the earth quake
Shoot from anywhere in the floor, bitch I feel like Klay
Bitch I shoot from the logo, bitch I feel like Dame
These bitches they gon off the hen hen
They mixin that bitch w the gin gin
They slurrin they're words and they're sentence
And they tryna come back to the crib crib
Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits
Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket
Typa shit that'll boost ya adrenaline
Said she wanna check out my fit fit
Like no, I don't I wanna get intimate
I needa go get off this pic pic
Said bitch I been stacking my dividends
And recently keeping my distance
Said bitch I been stacking my dividends
And recently keeping my distance okay

Written by:
Carlos Munoz

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