Songtexte HONDAS - Rob Ace

We boutta get in a groove
1 in the front, 2 in the back
Hop out, walk up, shoot
I don't need no one to say they know me
Nigga I act brand new
And energy changed in this bitch
Like a Glock on my hip
Since I walked in the room
I'm from a city where niggas would rather be broke and beefing with you
Niggas said they ain't forget that bread like bitch who the fuck is you?
Don't know these niggas
Real ass shit, Don't owe nobody
Nina a thot she blow somebody
Fuck with us
We smoke somebody
I seen this shit in my head
Niggas ain't tired of sending me threats?
Acting like we won't be dead
I seen a couple let go of they breath
3011 when everyone buried these niggas gon bump what I said
I'm from America, Donald Trump President & Sheff G in my Benz
You told ya bitch to block me she got the nerve to say im her friend
Treating a bitch like a Queen
Put my bank account on Red
Ima go fuck on her friend if she play and leave me on read
No I ain't chasing a bitch
I'm up in chase with money instead

He tough in my DM
Real life Now that nigga dead
He tried to walk up, scorch his block
His top got hollowed with lead

Thick bitch all on my line
grabbing my arm, acting like a leg
Blew out her back in the car
Ignore her messages now she beg

Fuck police
All my guys OGs
We came up in Hondas
Got more Gs
Now I dress Ode
I gotta splurge on Momma
Fuck up breesh
I gotta get this shit
Like, period, comma
No I can't sleep
I'm trynna get up and tweak
Shoot up shit in Pajamas
Fuck police
All my guys OGs
We came up in Hondas
Got more Gs
Now I dress Ode
I gotta splurge on Momma
Fuck up breesh
I gotta get this shit
Like, period, comma
No I can't sleep
I'm trynna get up and tweak
Shoot up shit in Pajamas