Hunnids - AR Paisley & anders

Hey The grinds on, I'm just tryna get the bands in Take mine, and you know we get the hands in (okay) Throw fists and you know that they landing (okay) We stand out cah you know we can't stand in (ah) We look good, we ain't ever look stranded In a coupe top down, tunes banged in The YG's outside just standing (yeah) 'Round the corner is a yute tryna bank it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) With the bro been wizzin' in the coupe Treasure hunt looking for the loot Pitstop, I gotta get some food Put it in the boot Late night, I got a lot to do (alright) Tryna get the bag with my crew Gotta get it with the crew (crew) Spend a couple hunninds for a shoe (for a shoe) Put a couple Hunnids for on my crew That ain't my boo (no, no) Hold on wait that's who That's that chick that got rude I ain't spending on you (yeah) I'm just fronting on you (yeah) Bro's got sumtin on you We ain't ever running from you (okay) But we be running on you (okay) Bro's got a gunner on two Got a stunner on two His 'bouta run up on you 'Bout to hold one up on you Don't ask what I do I ain't even moving no food But I make bits for my crew Yeah, she knows I chase up the cheddar (oh, yeah) Gucci that's Louis, my sweater (okay) She liking the feel on my leathers (okay) I want a whip want a Tesla Flexing it round like a wrestler She knows that I know I impress her (okay) Like diamonds, I'm good under pressure (yeah) Now she wanna leave with me (okay) Now she wanna be with me (yeah, yeah) Come on bro, can't you see? (Yeah) 24's getting this cream Tryna go live up my dream Mansion cribs with my team Mansion cribs with my team (yeah, oh yeah) Gucci that's Louis, my sweater She liking the feel on my leathers (yeah, oh yeah) She knows that I know I impress her Like diamonds, I'm good under pressure With the bro been wizzin' in the coupe Treasure hunt looking for the loot Pitstop, I gotta get some food Put it in the boot Late night, I got a lot to do (fo' real) Tryna get the bag with my crew Gotta get it with the crew (crew) Spend a couple hunninds for a shoe (for a shoe) Put a couple hunnids for on my crew That ain't my boo (no, no) Hold on wait that's who That's that chick that got rude I ain't spending on you (yeah) I'm just fronting on you (yeah) Bro's got sumtin on you We ain't ever running from you (okay) But we be running on you (okay) Bro's got a gunner on two Got a stunner on two His 'bouta run up on you 'Bout to hold one up on you Don't ask what I do I ain't even moving no food But I make bits for my crew Now she wanna leave with me Now she wanna be with me Come on bro, can't you see? (Oh, yeah) 24's getting this cream Tryna go live up my dream Mansion cribs with my team Mansion cribs with my team

I double my bag I'm in love with the racks I sit in the crib while I'm watching it stack Can't love a hoe no she needa go She way too attached I got a Glock with a beam attached Pour me a cup cause I need to relax I'm in the Vette going 200 flat Made me 200 and I run it back I'm in the hills in Givenchy I'm in the 6 in a monclez Traded the chain for a Patek Phillipe Damn I'm getting cocky I got this ice all over my watch Damn I'm playing hockey I'm in the cut with the pajis and they be speaking Punjabi I'm in with the cut with some malis and they screaming wallahi I'm on the block with the road mans We can turn this to an ah e I'm seeing a lotta the hate That couldn't stop me I used to whip in a Honda Now I turn that to a Rarri I'm dropping the top and I'm feeling the breeze I dropped outta school don't need a degree Heart turned cold and my wrist is on freeze Can never go vegan I need the cheese Can't never go vegan ain't ducking no beef Chanel her purse I double the c's I put her in Gucci I double the gs but She ain't a wifey she love with the streets They wanted me dead so I'm living it up They want my head so my chin is still up Rollie my trophy I'm lifting it up I been thru a bunch I ain't giving a fuck I hit it once now the bitch is in love Think bout the future and picturing us But I cannot see it my vision is stuck On all of this paper, I triple it up I tend to black out while I'm blowing her back out While we in the trap house Hop out the range I walk into the mall with gang and I'm bout to cash out It's crazy all of the people that turned their back on us They circling back round I took a break from talking my shit I said fuck it I'm back now Ya bitch, tell me you love me I don't even be posting the shit that I do Cause they finna judge me I was on Lakeshore in the Mazda Selling work to the custys Now life is lovely but trust me it used to be ugly