DJ Ill Will - HNHH Cypher lyrics

rate me

Feat Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez

[Kid Ink]

I said its kid ink baby

turn to the max like tj

body tagged up like the bottom of the free way

game don’t like it niggas need to get a key made

run this shit it aint nothing but a relay

it ain’t nothing you can tell us

bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer’s

this ain’t no how i act like summa

going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet

you niggas just special ed

all i see is green but my eyes so red

and all i do is win got a room full of clouds

bout to take another shot but I’m used to the fouls

i ball it

you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni

throw it up 2 to the south

tell them deuces

just put 2 in the air

so sick said it must be the flu in the air

if you do it big then i prolly did it od

thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep

up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed

swear i was raised by beats like moblique

came from the bottom

rats in the roaches

now niggas blunts aint as fat as my roaches

bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher

I’ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over

[Meek Mill]

They were sleeping on me

Time for me to wake them up

Counting all these fucking babies

till I get a paper cut

kill the competition

now ? then I make them up

Only time we Black and Yellow

when the caution tape is up

ha, that record dead

memory of

spitting that crack

this really is drugs

theres hate in the air

I ain’t feeling the love

you like an irritating fly

I’m killing your buzzzzz

I’m eating the beat

this is pacman

I’m on the grind

like a motherfucking lap dance

shorty gonn’ do whatever

says shes a rap fan

Every nigga round me

Robin, Batman

All black coupes

All black wheels

step out the line

ima show you how that mac feel

I’m like she ? in the corner of that backfield

? or get your motherfucking cap pilled?

rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood

let my money do the talking

I aint gotta say Im good

Who is that

I ain’t gotta say I would

riding like an engine bitch

I ain’t gotta say I’m hood

I tell a hoe to follow me

and swallow me

I be spending money

like I fucking hit the lottery

If I ever hit your girl

then this is my apology

These suckas they be tripping

bout these bitches trynna body me

[Los]

I’m about to go over round my arm

lean a way that I could feel it now

tali round my head

Taliban knock the building down

High cock blocker

I’m a fly top shotter

In my all red rims

like a high top Prada

on my mommas mouth to the drama

and lies would be gripping from my lips

as I’m spitting that shit that Osama be gripping

hungry as a poverty stricken

robbery victim

where the rascals of waffles and chickens

win the lottery ticket

And your girl let me pop it in real life

I beat it like they locked me in a room

with the doctor that killed Mike

I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights

shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice

I’m anthrax you tampax

I’m about to go Amtrax

Jack Black black Jack

got the track saran wrap

stand back I’m slamming an antagonist

slapping you faggots putting the can in a bandwagon

swag of the century, mack and the bench of three

I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually

rappers they mention me

boy I put this on my mother

you’ll end up inter scope

Im jus trynna warner brother

still getting cheescake on these dummies

deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money

Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit

and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch

[Tory Lanez]

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