Lyrics The Hooch - Ari Mason

Fly done changed
All in the mall, I ain't got no brain
Doin' shit together we can't do again
Brooklyn with the combo, I'll put in pain
Ooh, I'm back for another one
Ooh, you like the way I wind it
Ooh, I hate it when we distant
Ooh, I want a Michael, I don't do Jermaines
Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain
Roll me up a Backwood, I can't do no planes
When I take a sip, I swear I know myself
I can teach your ass the combo, don't tell nobody else (straight up)

Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, it's not Goose, it's the hooch
Mix up the hooch, ooh yeah
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, it's not Goose, it's the hooch
Mix up the hooch, ooh yeah

Clark Gable
Ain't no actin', leave your feelings at the crap table
In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
Only horses, don't do Porsches cause they're never stable
Pop two tens, that's a twenty, we just started
Damn I'm sorry if I end up crashin' in garages
Yeah, you think you run your city but you barely joggin'
Yeah, you think I'm draggin' on you but I barely started
Might just cop the 'parment, put it in apartment, yeah, yeah
Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah
Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah
V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
Ooh yeah