Текст песни Hurricane Hugo - #TheAnti

Pull up to ya spot
Point em out
And we gone air it out
Niggas talking bout that beef shit
Until I bend that corner
Way too many autos out that window
Better call ya momma
I'm from Carolina
Call me Hugo with that hurricane
(Pull up to your spot)
(Fuck them niggas air it out)
(You better call your momma)
(Call me Hugo with that hurricane)

These niggas be acting like some bitches
Get a thong for em
Talking tough inside my inbox
You know you wrong nigga
I ain't the type with all that talking
Imma dome a nigga
You want it clean
Throw me a bag and I'll Rome a nigga
(Shid...)
I don't need no punch lines in my songs nigga
That 223 hitcha
Gone bag ya like a sour skittle
Me and my niggas in them trenches
We don't fuck with many
Leave em leaking still
If that lingo sound suspicious
Carolina cocky bitch you bogus
Fuck you talking bout
Me and all my young niggas been on it
We gone spray it out
Mac 11 or this AR-15
I can't do no Draco
I need precision
I'm talking headshots when I'm at the free throw

Pull up to ya spot
Point em out
And we gone air it out
Niggas talking bout that beef shit
Until I bend that corner
Way too many autos out that window
Better call ya momma
I'm from Carolina
Call me Hugo with that hurricane
(Pull up to your spot)
(Fuck them niggas air it out)
(You better call your momma)
(Call me Hugo with that hurricane)

Switching lane to lane I'm beating traffic
Just to make it home
Just shut the club down nigga
4th time inna row
Niggas like to pop off at them lips
And I can't do no talking
Whipping on niggas asses
Ask that nigga Hoyte about me
Slump Gang my banging effortless
Taking on any test
Like fuck 12
They say we dangerous
Don't like to hang with us
Say you gone touch my hair
Pussy nigga smoking angel dust
You niggas lame
Beating your meat off to a 2k game
You ain't beneficial
Fuck boy I'm bout them issues
Petey tried to save you
But all that talking I ain't into
And fuck Wayne
Cause me and you we got issues
How tf you vl, blood, mason, and a percenter foo

Pull up to ya spot
Point em out
And we gone air it out
Niggas talking bout that beef shit
Until I bend that corner
Way too many autos out that window
Better call ya momma
I'm from Carolina
Call me Hugo with that hurricane
(Pull up to your spot)
(Fuck them niggas air it out)
(You better call your momma)
(Call me Hugo with that hurricane)