Marc Jay & Yung Simi - Hunnit Figures

I just dropped a 30 in this orange soda
Got me leaning over
Poppin so damn much
It'll be a month before I'm ever sober
Punch her in the stomach
Kill the baby asking me to hold her
I can't be no father figure
Fucked her once I barely know her
I might put the city on ya
Kiltech got the titties on it
Imma need my weed prescripted
I might move to California
Say she put a hex on me
Baby give that neck to me
Bitch don't touch my double cup
You know that this shit ain't free
Feds looking for me in 2 states
But I ain't losing sleep
I'm somewhere that you'll never be
These fuckboys ain't got shit on me
I'm booted up
Don't worry what's in my cup
Bitch this not no Lipton
I'm really just tryna chill
You know we mix pop with sixes
Feel the tab kicking in
But shit I ain't never tripping
Middle of the mall got you feeling special
With your fake ass pendant
Diamond glee, 40 itchin
I can't hang with rapping bitches
I can't fuck with ratchet bitches
Xanny make me spaz on bitches
Cool
Seen me in that yuris got her wetter than a pool
I'm out here getting money just some shit you never do
She say imma dog bitch I just never lose
Welcome to the horror show, got killers on the loose
Play the 1 not the 2
Hear them shots better move
Got them drums make a groove
You can really make the news
Out here in the city but we still sipping hooch
Get to talking bout the money that's some shit I can't refuse
City blasting all our old shit did some things I can't undo
I be geeked up in the stu
She ain't sucking get the boot
You just here for the money
bitch you a damn fool

I'm switching Lois Lanes, I'm blowing crypto
Babe I ain't yo super man
I ain't no captain save a hoe
Still a walking super saiyan
I'm powered up, bartenders round it up, I bring my shooters in
Shots for everybody in the party, gin and f and n's
I thought you knew the ren
If you know then you know I'm on some Kunta shit
Mansa Musa with the gold, I'm bout to flood the globe
Tycoon, typhoon, that's off the brainstorm
Packs on me, sacks on me like an anglo
Minaj etreis with Mary J and Molly
Pop a Reese's piecey
Backwoods laced with laughing gas
Lil mama off that hehe
Yatchy off in Poland
Brought my wok off to Waikiki
She say I ain't matching
Bitch this dolce with the GG
Pull up on a drive of hoes
Playing eanie meanie
Can't take her home to momma
So we might as well get freaky
British broad, I hit it from the back
She acting cheeky

Written by:
Marcus Helm Jr, Tyler Pendleton

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