"Hunned Bands Freestyle" lyrics
I roll the wood, dump out the guts
Fill it with weed, roll it back up
Spark that bitch, take you a puff
I do that shit every day I wake up
I grip the mic and I hold my nuts
Your bitch smellin' like cigarette butts
My bitch smell like weed and Chanel
No Death Note, I'm handing out L's
Slowkiing cup, pink shit poured up
My leather seats smell like cream soda
I'm in the Hellcat rollin' up doja
Knot so thick, my money don't fold up
Bitch mob soldier, get your dough up
My bitch a rider, she look like Winona
Moncler coat, can't flow much colder
2023, got the rap game slowed up
I'm 'boutta skrrt off quick, AE86
Tokyo Drift when I pull out the whip
Sittin' sideways, I throw it in fifth
Rolled up seven, I'm working on six
Out in Malibu watchin' the sunset
I need a hunnid band, hunnid band, none' less
Talk about money, lil' boy, where your funds at?
Don't need a contract, fuck you, fuck that
Did it on purpose, how do I word this?
Stuck to the plan and it worked out perfect
Stay steadfast to the passion and purpose
Cuttin' on the opps like a motherfucking shuriken
Swear to God all the hard work came back to me
Now I'm on the beach sippin' daiquiris
Smoke a lil' something out the back with me
That's real life, ain't just rap to me
I don't need a hook to hit
I'ma double park the whip
Go ahead and spark the spliff
Go ahead and pop the Cris'
Girls gon' flock when you flow like this, yuh
Couple orange peels in the ashtray
Yeah, I'm movin' quick in the fast lane
Hangin' out the sunroof, shaking up champagne
With the whole team and we screaming out, "Gang, gang"
People that hating, I ain't even mad at y'all
You addicted to Benzos and Adderall
I ain't have a choice, lil' bitch, I had to ball
Hit the club in some Carhartt coveralls, yeah
Still the coolest to come out the SoundCloud scene, yeah
You ain't with your homies in none of your videos but you still talk 'bout a team
Uh, ooh, got a bunch of fake ass, dick-riding bitches around you
That money is cool, but having no family and friends, it'll kill you, it's bound to
Vampires showin' you fake love
And no, you cannot come and hang with us
Keep on capping, lil' boy, I don't give a fuck
Keep on rapping 'bout shit, you ain't pouring up
Cloudboys shit, we rich, we will throw shade
You ain't got sauce like this, no way
Park my whip, don't need valet
Turn one hunnid into 200k
I could get a mil' out a freestyle
Wake up, run a seven minute mile
Hunnid bands all in a big pile
Gotta count that, see you in a lil' while
Fill it with weed, roll it back up
Spark that bitch, take you a puff
I do that shit every day I wake up
I grip the mic and I hold my nuts
Your bitch smellin' like cigarette butts
My bitch smell like weed and Chanel
No Death Note, I'm handing out L's
Slowkiing cup, pink shit poured up
My leather seats smell like cream soda
I'm in the Hellcat rollin' up doja
Knot so thick, my money don't fold up
Bitch mob soldier, get your dough up
My bitch a rider, she look like Winona
Moncler coat, can't flow much colder
2023, got the rap game slowed up
I'm 'boutta skrrt off quick, AE86
Tokyo Drift when I pull out the whip
Sittin' sideways, I throw it in fifth
Rolled up seven, I'm working on six
Out in Malibu watchin' the sunset
I need a hunnid band, hunnid band, none' less
Talk about money, lil' boy, where your funds at?
Don't need a contract, fuck you, fuck that
Did it on purpose, how do I word this?
Stuck to the plan and it worked out perfect
Stay steadfast to the passion and purpose
Cuttin' on the opps like a motherfucking shuriken
Swear to God all the hard work came back to me
Now I'm on the beach sippin' daiquiris
Smoke a lil' something out the back with me
That's real life, ain't just rap to me
I don't need a hook to hit
I'ma double park the whip
Go ahead and spark the spliff
Go ahead and pop the Cris'
Girls gon' flock when you flow like this, yuh
Couple orange peels in the ashtray
Yeah, I'm movin' quick in the fast lane
Hangin' out the sunroof, shaking up champagne
With the whole team and we screaming out, "Gang, gang"
People that hating, I ain't even mad at y'all
You addicted to Benzos and Adderall
I ain't have a choice, lil' bitch, I had to ball
Hit the club in some Carhartt coveralls, yeah
Still the coolest to come out the SoundCloud scene, yeah
You ain't with your homies in none of your videos but you still talk 'bout a team
Uh, ooh, got a bunch of fake ass, dick-riding bitches around you
That money is cool, but having no family and friends, it'll kill you, it's bound to
Vampires showin' you fake love
And no, you cannot come and hang with us
Keep on capping, lil' boy, I don't give a fuck
Keep on rapping 'bout shit, you ain't pouring up
Cloudboys shit, we rich, we will throw shade
You ain't got sauce like this, no way
Park my whip, don't need valet
Turn one hunnid into 200k
I could get a mil' out a freestyle
Wake up, run a seven minute mile
Hunnid bands all in a big pile
Gotta count that, see you in a lil' while
Writer(s): Alexander Francis Kelly
