"HAIRY NUTS" lyrics

(Energy make this one)
(Everybody just be, everything must be)
(Everybody just be, everything must be)
I got a call 'bout some chicken, almost left naked
I'm only comin' for my pleasure, baby, you can fake it
If I don't last, I don't last, I don't give a fuck
Her ass fat but on the set, she need a tummy tuck

I got some chubby bitches choosin', they need love too
My brother said he wanna crash, I need gloves too
She said her baby daddy step, we got guns too
We made his cousin do the dash, we make him run too

If Shawty Bae get on my radar, I ain't sparin' shit
Man, pass the billies, we all know you ain't gon' hear that shit
How you a killer on a mission? You was scared as shit
Don't be a victim of the boys for that starin' shit
She wanted Morten's after dick, bitch, you gettin' Jack's
If Stephanie don't wanna fuck, then I'm callin' Jas
I blow a ticket, I'm the type to go and make it back
You get a ticket, you the type to blow it off some crack

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on

Okay, Cristal, bring that beat back

Welcome to a bottle-feeder, what a Henny do?
I'm hittin' Latto like, 'What's up'? They said, 'Shooters shoot'
I know a couple dead opps, they was smokin' blues
I wish I could've been the reason he ain't pullin' through
I got it pure, but all my clients want it fair and cut
I love a bitch with pretty face who love to stare and suck
Your circle full of hand-it-overs and y'all sharin' cups
Bitch, I'm a joint, so I'ma fuck you with some hairy nuts
That dope-servin' wasn't me, I'd rather flock out
How you gon' say you hit him, but he didn't shout?
Man, how the fuck you pay the bills and let her kick you out?
Man, how the fuck you wife a bitch who do it off a clout?

I got a boner, let's see who gon' be the star tonight
How you get motion? Ask your mama for her car tonight
Hella water if you thirsty, you can sip my chain
Man, why the fuck you wanna kill me? She the one that came

At Bossa Nova eatin' stank with a prostitute
If you postin', don't be cryin' when they prosecute
If you cheat, somebody dyin', I ain't mad at you
Imagine fuckin' thinkin' I'ma throw a bag at you
Bet you lost it, I ain't trickin' if that pussy weak
I thought I met the one I love, but it's gon' last a week
I told a bitch, 'You get the squirt and you gon' buy me sheets'
I told her, 'If I lose it all, you gon' sell the cheeks'

You the type to ear-hustle, go and tell the business (On God)
I'm the type to put ten of 'em in the villa (On God)
We the biggest in the city, word to Godzilla (Oh, God)
The ones closest start hatin', call 'em Scottie Pippen (Yeah)
On foe's still tippin' Poe fo's still sippin', (Oh)
Mansion in the hills chillin', poolside talkin' business (What up, dawg?)
TV's in the truck, bitches watchin' us (Watchin' us)
Fully auto, AR, probably stop a bus (Bitch)
Talkin' 'bout real estate, I think my watch enough (Watchin' us)
Need to keep that hoe in check, she keep tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
Was thinkin' Jesus grabbed the wheel, but this a Cybertruck (Drivin' suck)
Boy, I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder, that money pilin' up (Yeah)
Everything gotta be lit, bitch, it's the way we game (Yeah)
Neck just like a bad deal, 360 hangin' (Yeah)
Andy Warhol with the blick, grab this bitch and paint you (Yeah)
Are these hoes prostitutes or just sophisticated (Real)
Nigga ain't got no motion, how you motion game? (How you motion game?)
Since that fuckin' Trump loan, nigga moods than changed (nigga moods than changed)
Twenty-five, E-Lade, they think a Uber came (Yeah)
Paper good, family straight, ain't gotta prove a thing (Nah)

One wrist, a nigga kick, name a heart, it didn't hit (Name a)
I can bet my nigga did, Louisiana Timber (Louisiana)
Pull the 'Vette out in the rain just to spin that bitch
Pull the contract out, you wanna see my pen and shit
Everything must be profit, profit
Everything must be profit, profit
Everything must be very life
Everything must be very life