"Hunit" lyrics

Are you in the mafia?
Real Gutter Shit
Am I in the what?

The crowd goes wild (Wild), niggas took my style
Used to be fucked up, look at me now
Dame have these hoes tryna fuck right now
Have a bitch drippin' when she see a nigga smile (Mwah)
Used to rock the True Religion jeans with the ten bows (Yeah)
Now I'm dipped in Mike Amiri denim, cost a quarter 'bow
Look like it's gon' be a while 'fore you touch a load
I ain't throwin' shit 'til you bend it over, touch your toes
RGS the mafia, bitch, we ain't come to play (Nah)
Hoes goin' brazy 'bout that young nigga Dame (RGS, RGS)
Three-four chains, all-white Cartiers (Fuck)
Been had the hoes since I was in sixth grade
You don't even know the gang 'bout to go up
Ice so froze up, lil' bitch chose us
Cocky-ass nigga walkin' 'round with his nose up (Yeah)
Late as hell, tryna hit the road, Meech froze up
Fresh-ass nigga ridin' hundred with a bankroll
Lookin' for a rich-ass bitch with a deep throat

You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Bitch, my bag worth a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Racks)
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
This big chop got a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Yeah)
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
My ice kit cost a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred

FN on my waist, got the AR outside
Rollin' up a 'Wood and I'm already high
Twenty-six Forgis got me sittin' so high
Keep this shit real, these rap niggas tellin' lies
You ain't 'bout no money, I can see it in ya eyes
Don't talk about weed 'cause I smoke different kinds
Don't talk about hoes 'cause I got different kinds
All got boyfriends but they all mine
High as dog shit, all thirteen lines
Hit her from the back, make the dick touch her spine
Bitch dipmotized, say she love me all the time (I love you)
I say I love her too, but the bitch know I'm lyin'
They don't even know the gang 'bout to go up
19 poured up, 'bout to make me throw up
Niggas wanna be like Damedot when they grow up
Make big flips, so I bought money to throw up (Hey)
Fresh-ass nigga ride foreign with a bankroll
Lookin' for a rich-ass bitch with a deep throat

You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Bitch, my bag worth a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Racks)
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
This big chop got a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Yeah)
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
My ice kit cost a hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
You know I keep it one hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, yeah
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred