Lyrics Treks - HEN$HAW

Man just got off the phone with gaffer,
Man told me that the streets need this one
How man wanna chat when they're
Bankrupt man can lyrically get their wig spun
All of my exes done me dirty, so I bounced right back with a piff one
And man can't tell me about work
Man are in studio getting my shit done
I don't wanna hear no chatty pattys who be acting aggy on the gram
Man just grab a maggy with the gang
Holding a couple fatties in my hand
I might just book a flight out to Japan
Might blow bands or I might just jam
Why all of my flows so nang?
Send them man out the game with a bang

Flip of a pack grab me a Z
I'm in a 125, or a dinger instead
When I spin on your block with my hand on hip
Feel like Paul if skrt you'll skip
Spark this spliff with intelligence
Bop call it elegance
Irrelevant but speak with lip
And they celibate
I stay solitary that's a sea shell or an oyster
You said that you're shelling them, shelling down who?
Bro the boys in blue
Got you losing that's Chelsea
Trident on me come like FBI
Bad deeds on my name that's a TMI
Tm I am a real ass nigga
That will back a bro to stack some real ass figure
Vision blurry
Age of ultron
It's the end game
So I'm faded like iron

Like first of all I'm no rookie
Like bar for bar you'll get hooks g
Them man are not on my level hundred
Degrees I'm feeling cushty I'm cozy up in my hoody
And that girl wanna take woody
Got a ting at home she a sweet one
Ambush dat coz the ting so wooshy

When I swing this hand with my magic wand
Tryna grab mans grub that's goody
Caramel one or vanilla tushy
I'm tryna cat me a ting with a booty
I put an X on her name to mark that treasure
Might triple it up cuh she bad
Yeah we cling that's a 3.5
She got 1.8 on the gram
I wish it was weight