Текст песни Social Distance - KevoHuncho

It's Da Huncho man
Niggas know wassam with me
Look

I used to sell snacks in the hall for the fetti
She got that wap I'm in love with the wetty
She say she only come to me for meat and I told her it's cool so she think I'm a deli
Nigga had asked if I want push the betty
I said if we do it we gotta get ready
I told him it's cool but we gotta get ready
Don't ask bout my problems just turn up the speaker
Bro like to sip I'm in love with the reefer
Coming up nowadays you get used to the reaper
Cause shit get real wicked I stay with with my heater
Woulda gave you the world but you turned to a eater
Mad at myself cause I fell for a skeezer
Maybe that's karma for all of my evil
Tiff up in heaven I wish I could see her
My bruddas is demons my homegirls is divas
They down to get busy so hoe don't get beat up
Ain't hitting no woman these niggas be tripping if you gotta beat her then bitch you don't need her
Never follow the pack my whole life been a leader
You ain't fresh like the bros and can't drip with me neither
Anyway you can die jus like Hunger Games
Just for survival we smoking on catpiss and Peeta

Wavy boy, I keep a durag, the bro want a new strap
Why the fuck he keep looking so hard?
Had to turn and ask Von nigga who that
These niggas don't rap what they living, I'm sorry I'm real I don't do that
My bag running low, time to get up and go get me a new bag
I be turning up too fast
That's that shit that get you trashed
I can't turn down for shit
Could be two hours later still ask nigga who mad?
Eyes go black when I get in that mode
Be like "Damn did I do that?"
I don't fuck with you niggas so let's social distance la boy that mean move back

Nigga shoulda moved back son
So I whooped him in front of the PacSun
And his bros watched the shit like they had fun
If they woulda dove in it was bad for em
Nigga pockets is hurt I might jack sum
I be making hits like Michael Jackson
You can say I'm a dawg all you want but I ain't cuffing shit but the one that's my last one
Need a bad one
Yeah I had one
Now I have some
It's a shame now I'm my mama bad son
My lil homies lucky to look up to me cause I'm big homie I ain't really have one
Member when we used to hoop to have fun
Now we shooting different cause we have guns
They just pop that pussy for a nigga but I'm never tripping they just tryna have sons
Hold it down to the grave these my niggas for life
I'm down for whatever don't care if they right
Them boys had the ups but we getting back right
So until it come true we don't speak of that night
Two or three weeks ago almost up at the light
Thought I seen that fuck nigga but I wasn't right
Ole girl be like "Kevin why you got a gun"
"Cause I'm sorry lil mama it come with this life"
She looked in my eyes and she said "Boy you right"
When life get too hard I go vent to a mic
Shoutout zeke you'll be free by the time this release
If you not they you know that I'm sending a kite
If it ain't 1 on 1 then I ain't tryna fight
Toting a pistol ain't losing my life
Either come up real nice or I lose buku bread
So it would be a lie to say I hate the dice

Wavy boy, I keep a durag, the bro want a new strap
Why the fuck he keep looking so hard?
Had to turn and ask Von nigga who that
These niggas don't rap what they living, I'm sorry I'm real I don't do that
My bag running low, time to get up and go get me a new bag
I be turning up too fast
That's that shit that get you trashed
I can't turn down for shit
Could be two hours later still ask nigga who mad?
Eyes go black when I get in that mode
Be like "Damn did I do that?"
I don't fuck with you niggas so let's social distance la boy that mean move back