Lyrics 32 Shots - Huncho

Hey let me hear that ho, Jeff
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ring what
Huncho Huncho Huncho
Ya dig, top tier
My friend tossed one
Im too doooowwwwn
Ayye, say he got sticks so we pull up with mops
Crop a nigga like he wearing a top
12 came so we shaking the spot
Got junkies outside they gon dance for a rock
All hall of fame, you boys all ashamed
I yell let's finesse cuz she searching my name
32 shots, they gon blow out your brain
I coulda got hit but he ain't had no aim
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, shots
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 bodies gon drop
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 shots
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 bodies gon drop
Danny fed em cuz I finna go ghost
Pull up on 'em and I'm finna make toast
Your instagram *fiou*, I'm not finna post
We next at his house and he finna catch smoke
(My gang) this shit, that'll lock up your jaw
No I'm a minister, don't obey by the law
I'm running that ocean, I'm feeling like Chow
Better watch your little bitch when she wander my clout
Ok she ballin', but I ain't on the court
My money is telling your shit looking short
Might pop me a nigga like popping a court
I come from the East when my bro from the North
This .30 I just got me is sick
Boat niggas flexing but they ain't got a chick
K freaky bitch, she suck on my neck
She sucking my dick, almost had me a Rick
Say he got sticks so we pull up with mops
Crop a nigga like he wearing a top
12 came so we shaking the spot
Got junkies outside they gon dance for a rock
All hall of fame, you boys all ashamed
I yell let's finesse cuz she searching my name
32 shots, they gon blow out your brain
I coulda got hit but he ain't had no aim
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, shots
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 bodies gon drop
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 shots
32, 32, 32, 32, 32, 32 bodies gon drop