"HulkSmash" lyrics
Come on, come on
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Come on
ShoNuff
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
It's the Eastside, ain't it? Huh
Slidin' in some shit tinted and I'm faded
Naw, with my main yeah in the mansion goin' brazy
Fuck 'round, eat her pussy while I'm gettin' my hair braided
Uh, fuck 'round, make her suck my dick while I'm gettin' my bald fade (Freaky Cuz)
She like Angel Reese, offensive rebound with that ball playin'
She gon' dribble 'em
If I got drugs that just came in, she smuggle 'em
I get to fuckin' her, she break them pills up, get to stuffin' 'em, on God
Uh, uh, take a ho to Wally World
She get rollin' on my dingaling, look like a Bali girl
She put a sparkler on that brick of 'caine, look like a bottle girl
Remind me of a wet tent, her knees to her chest with it (In that pussy)
Let me work again
They drop a bag for 'bout one-fifty, bet I swerve again
Tuh, ain't no limit with that get-back, they gon' hurt again
They thought I went legit, they tryna turn me in
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
Huh, hold up
Uh, beat my chest like King Kong, bitch gon' eat my ding-dong
Gon' fuck her in the trap while I'm workin', while the fiends home
Yeah, bitch, I was made in a crackhouse, this my theme song, yeah
My daddy hit my mama in the JoJo's (On God)
Naw, they knew I was fucked up from the get-go
Fried, I ain't got no problem goin' to slide
If we got an issue, it's gon' end up with you dyin', let's rock
Your bitch got cameltoe, then I'm gon' handle that, huh, huh
I'ma fuck on her and get your partners whacked, huh, uh
I was at your brib, run your cameras back (Do it)
Yeah, boy, pop up where you live and get your family snatched (For real, do it)
Lean with it, huh, rock with it, huh, uh, huh
Eleven times out of six, I got a Glock with me
Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side
He had pulled up in a coupe (Bitch), I popped that door and then he died
Uh, uh, certain shit on sight, that shit DOA (What else?)
Ain't no fightin 'for his life, he not gon' be okay (Free ski)
Had a pistol on me first time I drove a Wraith (yeah)
Ain't never had no CC-dub, I pre-planned all my escapes, nigga, listen (Nigga)
Fuck a pot to piss, I ain't have a pile of shit, nigga (Naw)
Uh, roommates with the roaches, grew up, then got rich, nigga
You a bitch, nigga, I'm is not no bitch, nigga
Throw a fist, nigga, bet I respawn with a glitch, nigga
Button on my left, uh, button on my right (Uh)
I'll press a button right now, button on his eye
Huh, huh, naw, get to dumpin' 'til we catch a strike
In a strike, had to make sure we do it right
My daddy
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Come on
ShoNuff
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
It's the Eastside, ain't it? Huh
Slidin' in some shit tinted and I'm faded
Naw, with my main yeah in the mansion goin' brazy
Fuck 'round, eat her pussy while I'm gettin' my hair braided
Uh, fuck 'round, make her suck my dick while I'm gettin' my bald fade (Freaky Cuz)
She like Angel Reese, offensive rebound with that ball playin'
She gon' dribble 'em
If I got drugs that just came in, she smuggle 'em
I get to fuckin' her, she break them pills up, get to stuffin' 'em, on God
Uh, uh, take a ho to Wally World
She get rollin' on my dingaling, look like a Bali girl
She put a sparkler on that brick of 'caine, look like a bottle girl
Remind me of a wet tent, her knees to her chest with it (In that pussy)
Let me work again
They drop a bag for 'bout one-fifty, bet I swerve again
Tuh, ain't no limit with that get-back, they gon' hurt again
They thought I went legit, they tryna turn me in
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
Huh, hold up
Uh, beat my chest like King Kong, bitch gon' eat my ding-dong
Gon' fuck her in the trap while I'm workin', while the fiends home
Yeah, bitch, I was made in a crackhouse, this my theme song, yeah
My daddy hit my mama in the JoJo's (On God)
Naw, they knew I was fucked up from the get-go
Fried, I ain't got no problem goin' to slide
If we got an issue, it's gon' end up with you dyin', let's rock
Your bitch got cameltoe, then I'm gon' handle that, huh, huh
I'ma fuck on her and get your partners whacked, huh, uh
I was at your brib, run your cameras back (Do it)
Yeah, boy, pop up where you live and get your family snatched (For real, do it)
Lean with it, huh, rock with it, huh, uh, huh
Eleven times out of six, I got a Glock with me
Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side
He had pulled up in a coupe (Bitch), I popped that door and then he died
Uh, uh, certain shit on sight, that shit DOA (What else?)
Ain't no fightin 'for his life, he not gon' be okay (Free ski)
Had a pistol on me first time I drove a Wraith (yeah)
Ain't never had no CC-dub, I pre-planned all my escapes, nigga, listen (Nigga)
Fuck a pot to piss, I ain't have a pile of shit, nigga (Naw)
Uh, roommates with the roaches, grew up, then got rich, nigga
You a bitch, nigga, I'm is not no bitch, nigga
Throw a fist, nigga, bet I respawn with a glitch, nigga
Button on my left, uh, button on my right (Uh)
I'll press a button right now, button on his eye
Huh, huh, naw, get to dumpin' 'til we catch a strike
In a strike, had to make sure we do it right
My daddy
Huh, say, say, huh
Ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't— huh, naw
I ain't have to say no more 'cause I ain't sayin' fuckin' nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nobody tryna check me shootin' jumpers
I done shot that bitch on two, huh, shot that bitch on three
He ain't shot that bitch at school, but I shot that bitch at him
Naw, I broke his bitch heart in half 'cause it was on her sleeve
And she still spint the block and went to the trap and hit her knees, nigga, work
