Hunnet Round - Rice Krispies

Protected at all cost know I been the big boss always stand tall
Ion really do small talk, white chalk if I make that phone call
Wtf damn you got the wrong dawg, spin the block gotta get his homeboy
Nah they hiding out cause we on one, ian goin in til the sun up
They keep telling me to put my gun up
Pops keep tellin me to put some funds up
Hunnet thousand dollar nigga and it's gettin bigger fuck I'm on the run fa
Ion know but I can't surrender, hit the gas in the jeep and I wrecked the fender
Lot shit on my mind got my heart bitter, laugh to act like I'm fine thats a hard tickle
You can't walk in these shoes if you tried to
Oh you thought you was fine, you a 5 boo
Yea that boy gassed you up but he lied too
Tell yo friend to pipe down cause she fried too
Put his ass inna blender, these niggas be chicken Mrs Winners, ironic cause they steady losing
I got my foot on my neck and that bitch steady bruising
I ain't in the game cause they know ima nuisance
Turn off the lights inna booth and my ice still glisten
Snap, crackle, pop fruity pebble rice krispies
We not the same you a knock off gritsky
I'ma finesse fa the bread risky
Yo motion drier than popeyes biscuits
That's why you niggas be watching my britches
Jumped off the porch, you was still in the kitchen
I washed my hands wit em like they did the dishes
She told you that I was history, think when she said it she wasnt talking about literally
More like I'm making history, it's not a mystery why these lil hoes be curious
Cant entertain em might make em delirious, all in my room tryna fuck on her period
Kicked that bitch out ian wit all that weird shit, too many soul ties, lies ian hearin it
Ran up some money so I'm in my bag now
How is it beef when you see me and back down
Wherever, whenever I'll be the class clown
Passed me back then but I'm on yo ass now
I got the game in the bag, perfected my craft so you do the math
They sound like me back in 2015 when I was enlisted to draft
Got tired of being silent so you feel my wrath
Guess turning to violence enlightened my path
I been a big general, got too many tatts, couldn't go to the army but still well respected
Iced out my necklace my diamonds the wettest
Time to upgrade cause I want some baguetties
What can I say mane this shit been a fetish
Was born on a ranch wit this salad I'm dressing
Turn off the lights inna booth and my ice still glisten
Snap , crackle , pop fruity pebble rice krispies
We not the same you a knock off gritsky
I'ma finesse fa the bread risky
Yo motion drier than popeyes biscuits
That's why you niggas be watching my britches
Jumped off the porch , you was still in the kitchen
I washed my hands wit em like they did the dishes

Written by:
Deshawn Lester, Ivan Biryukov

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