Текст песни Dwyane Wade - HAC DIGGY

Whole lotta Hac shyt going on nigga know wtfgo

I get deep up in my thoughts don't wanna talk at all
Don't wanna talk at all

I get deep up in my thoughts don't wanna talk at all
I was outta town when I got the call
On HAC He ain't take shit
Mane he robbed his dawg
And dat lil bitch lucky he ran into da fucking laws

Hold on pause
Fuck dat nigga we gone x em out

Everything up in my head come up out my mouth
I got status Ian talking bout no hood shyt
I can send a hit similar to a fucking blitz

On some real shit
We can get up in some shit

Tic fa tac
Spade fa spade
I been with the shitz

1 got zipped two got hit
I shoot like dwade

In the trap we got powder
I still make plays

Loses come with the game
Can't say Ian kno dat shit
Take em and run wit em
Shit nooooo
Behind my respect I'll die fa dis shit
Put one n da grave
Send em up to god
Ohh

Reach da top den feed da block dem my only goals
Mug and show golds
For all my old hoes
I stand on ten I'll Neva fold
Young nigga wit a old soul
I switched the flow sooner or later
We gone b on da road
Strapped bad at every show

Fucking different hoes
This da life I chose
Out the mud I rose
Balling hard like the old d rose

Keep my name up out yo mouth
Before u get exposed

Oh lawd

Dey ion wanna nigga to make it out
Dey trynna take me out
I'm still on dat same shit
Just a different route
Bitch go get a bag
You look broke and sad

I remember when we was petty hustling
Now we ion want fa nothing

If I got it out ima bust it
Ain't no need to tuck it

He gone get zipped
No need to rush it
Murder ones I love it

Lets Switch the subject
Niggas rat now a dayz

Back to the basics
I'm paper chase in Af1

Run up get hit wit 50
I told u I do murder ones

I think they hating cause I'm up now
Send a hit to get you zipped
La bitch wassup now

Send a hit to get you zipped
La bitch wassup now

Wassup now

Loses come with the game
Can't say Ian kno dat shit
Take em and run wit em
Shit nooooo
Behind my respect I'll die fa dis shit
Put one n da grave
Send em up to god
Ohhhhhhhhh

You see it n my eyes Ian bout talking nigga
All you bitches sitting ducks
We gone get with u

Hold up
Fa dat pussy bitch out of Georgia
U gone take a nap

Pump faking like u gone squeeze
Li bitch give me dat

ON HAC YOU woulda squeezed u woulda took a nap

Gee onside me I swear he itching for to catch a hat
(Big brudda)

On gang

Nigga kno what the fuck going on
Ya heard me
Run and tell that
Run and tell that

SMS See me squeeze
OYH
Dats on yo hat you got clapped PUSSY

1 got zipped two got hit
I shoot like dwade

In the trap we got powder
I still make plays

In the trap we got powder
I still make plays

1 got zipped two got hit
I shoot like dwade

1 got zipped two got hit
I shoot like dwade

In the trap we got powder I still make plays
In the trap we got powder I still make plays