BlueBand TrE - Blue Hunnids Lyrics

Lyrics Blue Hunnids - BlueBand TrE




Big racks no lint in my pocket
Nobody copying me Walkie-Talkie
Smart bitch yeah I want all the nogging
Yeah we got it all everybody know we popping
You ain't got shit nigga stop it
Got the bitch popping pussy like Follies
Lot of carats on the wrist got the bitch hopping
Getting money always a nigga hobby
Blue hunnids yea you know the first name
I don't play around nigga shooting flame
He the type of nigga step on your brain
That's a big dog leave 'em on the chain
Cause he a big dog you can't tame
Like soda get you popped
Like soda get you popped
He'll knock you out your socks
I got these Jesus pieces yea they on me
I got these Jesus pieces yea they on me
I cannot fuck with niggas cause they phony
Imma' pull up on them boys in the morning
I got a dick on the gun like it's horny
I got a bitch wanna come jump on it
I got a bitch who want to join me
I got bitches just like Bees yea they swarming
These niggas be bitches they act like my woman
What's in the clip it's One Hundred
Imma' let off Andre Drummond
Shit shinning hard like it's sunny
Feel the breeze just like Nino
Got the dog food like Chico
He talking I shoot like a free throw
Russel Westbrook pockets zero
His pockets on zero
I'll shoot it empty then reload
I'm taking this shit like I'm Debo
You sweet for the hoes you a hero
Got this freak hoe yelling my name
Freak hoe only want to fuck like dang
Talking that smack niggas snatching your chain
Put one to the motherfucking brain
Slicing shit Freddy Kruger on a bitch
Hoes in the back taking all type of shit
Got to have the bitch right now thick shit
She got to make my money on some real deal shit
Big racks no lint in my pocket
Nobody copying me Walkie-Talkie
Smart bitch yeah I want all the nogging
Yeah we got it all everybody know we popping
You ain't got shit nigga stop it
Got the bitch popping pussy like Follies
Lot of carats on the wrist got the bitch hopping
Getting money always a nigga hobby
Blue hunnids yea you know the first name
I don't play around nigga shooting flame
He the type of nigga step on your brain
That's a big dog leave 'em on the chain
Cause he a big dog you can't tame
Like soda get you popped
Like soda get you popped
He'll knock you out your socks



Writer(s): Ja’quavious Bardley


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