hyenas

Lyrics

, turn up with lil yachty, thugger, thugger, baby, trouble man, aka t.i.p. yeah, bankroll mafia, ysl, lil duke, slat, r.i.p. to troupe, you better run, we gon come for you, my i.v. is red like thermometers, i fuck on that bitch like a porn star, hit me up when i'm on tour, i'm a unlock the card if you want it, we gon fuck on that day that you bought it, these lil niggas not eating, they boney, her best friend got her going and going, i'm in a foreign car, she in another car, i pull up to the job, i walk in her job, and cum in her jaw like shotta, se pasa en mi casa, ain't looking over, i'm leaning over, your bitch want it, she fiening, homie, i got stripes like a zebra, homie, i'm laughing like a hyena, homie, i don't know where you get your facts at, nigga, but you come in half-assed, i'm a max that nigga, catch is ass in my hood, i'm a tax that nigga, if he run, give you ten if you catch that nigga, you know you don't really want my crew to attack, nigga, i'll fire ya ass up, you can ask that nigga, nah, i bet you'd rather that nigga, beefing all on instagram and snapchat with him, just yesterday i was a young crack dealer, when the trap was slow i put it on the fast track, nigga, and if an 8 take a shot, pass that nigga, set the world on fire, where your match at, nigga?, a coup in hustle gang did thirty something million, another seven off of television, put that with it, now can you match that, nigga?, and we ain't even talking bout my rap track, nigga, i'm paid, fresh out the bank, i make that lil money look less than you think, yeah you think you got more, ain't as much as you think, when you see than i am everything that you ain't, like a stand-up guy and a real nigga, sucka ass nigga, don't deal with him, i had a bunch of solid niggas standing with me in the trap, eighteen years later and i'm still with em, i love all my niggas, i ride for my homies, they keep it one hunnid, can't lie to my homies, eating no turkey now, no b-bologna, still gaining weight and we bout to go touring, we really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign, nigga you play and get shot by the morning, blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat, spray a whole hundred shots with no warning, bales and them scales, before rap i was rich, still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end, this a cold world, i've lost so many friends, so many fakes, i don't want no more friends, stack all this money and count all the yams, used to move weight and ain't talking bout no gem, rubber band racks by the ten now, used to be broke, went from bucket to benz, spent the weight on my chain, don't you diss, speak on my name, i'm the same nigga, ain't shit changed, never got far with the pussy nigga thing, no we are not the same, stay in your lane, these niggas leasing their rings, it ain't what you think, this niggas acting like they're so hard, make a pussy nigga park my car, all these pussy niggas try to sound like me, shit, they won't get too far, lil boat, ooh, mil, hundo, yellow, purp, that drank though, pull up on the set with a bitch so bad, every nigga want her back though, my name known in the hood, like a mothafucking stop on a back door, i don't even need no bankroll, just get wet for the zeros, aww yeah, yeah, yeah, bankroll my mafia, i put on that glock like gaddafi, yeah, i ride round, i'm juuging at 9 a.m. god!, bankroll my mafia, bankroll my mafia,