Lyrics ten4nade - Hmadio feat. 100raccs

If it ain't racks, that shit wack
Uh, yeah, 24
Bitches in this B&B with 20 pounds
If I get the news, the feds on ass

And then I'm skipping towns
I just poured some drink up in my lemonade
Hope it don't put me down
She wanna know where I'm at, I'll told her ass

Just hold me down
Niggas talk, but when we meet in person, that shit get piped down
I just put up on the scene, I ain't need it comin' announce
These niggas talkin' bout they in the trap

These niggas can't get off a ounce
Niggas talkin' bout I hooped youn do no street shit
You don't wanna take that route
Niggas gon' get in that hot seat, turn into a cold bitch

Nigga gon' run your mouth
I got a nine or a mouse, I ain't tryna talk too much
I got a drac for his house, ain't no drought on the lean
Cause we never run out, ain't no drought on the za cause I never run out

Livin' like GTA, niggas always wanna play with my name
Watchin' my circle, these niggas too wocky
These niggas can't call me game
Boodeezy just tell me don't worry

Cause we got them killers and niggas just worry about fame
I'm trippin', I'm tweakin', I get off this perk
I fuck where I take that bitch ass chain
Ain't no fuckin' shame in my fuckin' game

Niggas always tryna take that ill
Niggas can't take that blame
Niggas know I'm cold and rapid, in the trap I do the same
I been playin' with some Grammys

Ask the guys, never buy my name
I might move out to the hills and say
Fuck a 10-4 on my chain
Catch a speed, I'm in that one thing

Niggas know I'm switchin' lanes
40 bullets keep on comin', we don't fuck with Luau Deng
I might follow on her spam
I might still go watch her main

Know them Members s gon' hop out and they just like to rearrange
My nigga he just got that switch
And he say he don't need no range
You know you can't get money in this shit

Little ass niggas, they don't got no range
Pull up on this men, we make niggas stank
Pull up on my block, you know that you can't
Round, round town, all these spenders keep on callin' me

Cruisin' down your street
And this bitch talkin' bout she want all of me
Nigga hit my phone, I'm in the stu
He want a quarter piece

Get it by myself, don't need no feature, I got a hundred pieces
Came a long way from the 3.5
Servin' niggas bowls
That's when shit was cool

I stepped up on my toes
I be coolin' with the crips, the crips that wipe your nose
I done been in situations
Most these niggas hoes

I don't remember what I did
I hopped out then he froze
I been sippin' too much drink, I hope I don't overdose
Hope you don't try to get into it

You know we gon' do the most
Please don't try to think I'm pussy
Just because of pose
All this money tax-free, nigga, we not tryin' to vote

Niggas tough in all these meshes
Niggas don't want smoke
I'm a pussy, we'll get up on that boy
Make that boy a croak

My tris, head is bitch, dick all in the throat