"Hinch" lyrics
Uh, I got 99 bitches
And they all problems
Still haven't found the one to solve 'em
I'm Nike down to the socks in this motherfucker
Yo Trav, go and drop that motherfuckin' still homie
I bet they heard my song, but they don't know me
If they sneakin' dizzies at me
I don't hear it, please show me, uh
Lately I feel like ain't nobody better than
That wants to hear the new
They tryna jack you like a letterman
I played your new shit in my whip
It made me curve it
The beat was whack as fuck, uh
It fits you perfect
And everything I got, uh, I deserve it
I could've been sober, but fuck it
It ain't worth it, uh
Man, I don't see the good in clean fun
So I'm the type to probably sit around and sip on some
And if you wanna say some
Then please say it now
And if your followers are fake
Then who the hell behold you now, huh?
So u real huh?
How you feel, bruh?
Thought you was real, huh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
[?]
All my friends have been arrested
But I don't claim no good shit
Attend a private school, but I don't claim no good shit
They're like, damn, what you doing in, bruh?
Basically, I'm just a kiddo with a blueprint I'm Quilino
That corny soccer player from the villy though
Girls want me to death
They're tryna put me in, they really though
Three out of every eight girls probably feel me, though
And I ain't even drop the music video, hola
I ain't stopping till I'm MTV
Rap game, Luke, Ryan, or the CMT
That's where I'm about to blow up like TNT
Cause you know I got the voice for the NBC
I'm getting better, but better with every letter I'm clever
I write it down with a feather, yeah, that's the Quill
Uh
And no matter the weather, together everything's better
I hold it down with my brother and keep it real, ya
Wait, so you're real, huh?
And how you feel, bruh?
Thought you was real, huh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
[?]
And it's not just that I don't hear them, yeah
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
Actually, why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
Uh, why don't you tell me? Yeah
Why don't you tell me?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here then
Look, okay, if you wanna talk that's fine
Just know that your opinion does not resonate with mine
Nor does it have to and it's funny
Cause our words are just words
And our actions hold the value so
Basically what I'm trying to articulate
Is that if you wanna say something just say it to my face
Don't hide behind Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter
And next time you wanna talk
I hope that's something you remember
Bruh
And they all problems
Still haven't found the one to solve 'em
I'm Nike down to the socks in this motherfucker
Yo Trav, go and drop that motherfuckin' still homie
I bet they heard my song, but they don't know me
If they sneakin' dizzies at me
I don't hear it, please show me, uh
Lately I feel like ain't nobody better than
That wants to hear the new
They tryna jack you like a letterman
I played your new shit in my whip
It made me curve it
The beat was whack as fuck, uh
It fits you perfect
And everything I got, uh, I deserve it
I could've been sober, but fuck it
It ain't worth it, uh
Man, I don't see the good in clean fun
So I'm the type to probably sit around and sip on some
And if you wanna say some
Then please say it now
And if your followers are fake
Then who the hell behold you now, huh?
So u real huh?
How you feel, bruh?
Thought you was real, huh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
[?]
All my friends have been arrested
But I don't claim no good shit
Attend a private school, but I don't claim no good shit
They're like, damn, what you doing in, bruh?
Basically, I'm just a kiddo with a blueprint I'm Quilino
That corny soccer player from the villy though
Girls want me to death
They're tryna put me in, they really though
Three out of every eight girls probably feel me, though
And I ain't even drop the music video, hola
I ain't stopping till I'm MTV
Rap game, Luke, Ryan, or the CMT
That's where I'm about to blow up like TNT
Cause you know I got the voice for the NBC
I'm getting better, but better with every letter I'm clever
I write it down with a feather, yeah, that's the Quill
Uh
And no matter the weather, together everything's better
I hold it down with my brother and keep it real, ya
Wait, so you're real, huh?
And how you feel, bruh?
Thought you was real, huh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, bruh?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
[?]
And it's not just that I don't hear them, yeah
Why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
Actually, why don't you tell me why I'm here, damn?
Uh, why don't you tell me? Yeah
Why don't you tell me?
Why don't you tell me why I'm here then
Look, okay, if you wanna talk that's fine
Just know that your opinion does not resonate with mine
Nor does it have to and it's funny
Cause our words are just words
And our actions hold the value so
Basically what I'm trying to articulate
Is that if you wanna say something just say it to my face
Don't hide behind Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter
And next time you wanna talk
I hope that's something you remember
Bruh
