"Hully" lyrics
Huh
(Um, Reuel, stop playing)
No fuckin' cap, stop playin'
I'm done
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin'
Back in that one bag
Huh
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin', I'm a pit
Wilt Chamberlain, I can drop a hundred on a kit
And I know magic, I can turn an onion to a brick
I ain't never by myself 'cause I ride with my blick
Huh, when you see them strikers outside, it's a hit
I done lost fights, still'll hit a nigga in his shit
I be outside everyday, chillin' in my kit
New 'fit, fresh as shit, make the bitches throw a fit
Get your tongue shot the fuck up thinkin' I'm a lick
Bein' broke made me sick, man, that shit made me itch
I done took so many L's (Huh?), time to get a win
I be hittin' other niggas' hoes when I want revenge
I pray God let me in even though I sin
I get money, go to sleep, wake up, do it again
I don't know how I ain't fat yet when I eat the most
I know all the killers love me, that's why I keep 'em close
I told Hutch bless me with a brick, not a ki' of coke
I heart all the bitches that ain't fucked me when I was broke
We be all outside with the jewelry on
Hit the woof, make a call, then the woof be gone
I got blow, I got 'bows and hoes, I got two, three, fours
In the 650, same car as the Lukey song
When your bitch give me head, I put it on cruise control
I just do that to make sure I don't lose control
If I get mad at you, I'ma slut your bitch out
My young nigga don't never leave the brick house (Huh?)
If it's on the floor, he gon' air that bitch out
The hook lookin' for that white, bitch, get out, huh
I wasn't always ballin', I had to sit out
Wild man yellin' at his young nigga, push that shit out
I'ma stack a hundred M's, do it again, that's what this shit 'bout
Huh, I seen niggas gettin' to the cheese, I couldn't miss out
Huh, I be gettin' money, they can't stand it
Every time I make another ten, rubber band it
You be runnin' off on niggas, you a bandit
Hm, he ain't stand in no business, so I banded
I be hittin' other niggas' hoes, that shit random
Me and Fler, Kiki, and the pros, we a tandem
He wanna pay the lows for the 'bows, I'm a gandem
Come here, lil' baby, talk to me, where your man at?
If you ain't got no pussy for me, where the head at?
Young black nigga ridin' in a red Scat
Always chase my rear views, where the feds at?
If I ain't somewhere gettin' money, then I'm layin' back, no cap, huh
I'm on that
If we knock his head off, it ain't gon' grow back
I like to ice my bitch tab, then her whole neck (Huh)
What I want more than pussy? Some more checks
If I ain't gettin' no money, I don't want sex
I don't break her down, I move weight now, BowFlex
Skilla, where you've been? Where you at? I'm where the pros at
I'm probably somewhere with your favorite ho havin' G.O.A.T sex
Hm, baby, don't tell on who we was fuckin', they don't know that
Hm, before you open up your mouth, baby, close that
If you open up your mouth, hit the road, Jack
I done lost friends and money, where my pros at?
Huh, I don't want no hoes, bae
No refund on drugs, I ain't takin' nose back
You was gettin' smacked up, you ain't never sold smack
If I don't make five thousand, I ain't goin' home, Jack
No cap, huh, I said no cap
Let my dreads hang, I ain't wearin' no hat
Hm, put my balls on the plane, they get flown back
I look like a civilian, they don't know I'm on that
I'm on that, huh, I say I'm on that
If it don't got no money for me, I don't wanna go back
Nigga play me, pull the clippers out, push his 'fro back
They gon' zip him up or stitch him up and try to sew that, huh
You know that
Skilla Baby
(Um, Reuel, stop playing)
No fuckin' cap, stop playin'
I'm done
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin'
Back in that one bag
Huh
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin', I'm a pit
Wilt Chamberlain, I can drop a hundred on a kit
And I know magic, I can turn an onion to a brick
I ain't never by myself 'cause I ride with my blick
Huh, when you see them strikers outside, it's a hit
I done lost fights, still'll hit a nigga in his shit
I be outside everyday, chillin' in my kit
New 'fit, fresh as shit, make the bitches throw a fit
Get your tongue shot the fuck up thinkin' I'm a lick
Bein' broke made me sick, man, that shit made me itch
I done took so many L's (Huh?), time to get a win
I be hittin' other niggas' hoes when I want revenge
I pray God let me in even though I sin
I get money, go to sleep, wake up, do it again
I don't know how I ain't fat yet when I eat the most
I know all the killers love me, that's why I keep 'em close
I told Hutch bless me with a brick, not a ki' of coke
I heart all the bitches that ain't fucked me when I was broke
We be all outside with the jewelry on
Hit the woof, make a call, then the woof be gone
I got blow, I got 'bows and hoes, I got two, three, fours
In the 650, same car as the Lukey song
When your bitch give me head, I put it on cruise control
I just do that to make sure I don't lose control
If I get mad at you, I'ma slut your bitch out
My young nigga don't never leave the brick house (Huh?)
If it's on the floor, he gon' air that bitch out
The hook lookin' for that white, bitch, get out, huh
I wasn't always ballin', I had to sit out
Wild man yellin' at his young nigga, push that shit out
I'ma stack a hundred M's, do it again, that's what this shit 'bout
Huh, I seen niggas gettin' to the cheese, I couldn't miss out
Huh, I be gettin' money, they can't stand it
Every time I make another ten, rubber band it
You be runnin' off on niggas, you a bandit
Hm, he ain't stand in no business, so I banded
I be hittin' other niggas' hoes, that shit random
Me and Fler, Kiki, and the pros, we a tandem
He wanna pay the lows for the 'bows, I'm a gandem
Come here, lil' baby, talk to me, where your man at?
If you ain't got no pussy for me, where the head at?
Young black nigga ridin' in a red Scat
Always chase my rear views, where the feds at?
If I ain't somewhere gettin' money, then I'm layin' back, no cap, huh
I'm on that
If we knock his head off, it ain't gon' grow back
I like to ice my bitch tab, then her whole neck (Huh)
What I want more than pussy? Some more checks
If I ain't gettin' no money, I don't want sex
I don't break her down, I move weight now, BowFlex
Skilla, where you've been? Where you at? I'm where the pros at
I'm probably somewhere with your favorite ho havin' G.O.A.T sex
Hm, baby, don't tell on who we was fuckin', they don't know that
Hm, before you open up your mouth, baby, close that
If you open up your mouth, hit the road, Jack
I done lost friends and money, where my pros at?
Huh, I don't want no hoes, bae
No refund on drugs, I ain't takin' nose back
You was gettin' smacked up, you ain't never sold smack
If I don't make five thousand, I ain't goin' home, Jack
No cap, huh, I said no cap
Let my dreads hang, I ain't wearin' no hat
Hm, put my balls on the plane, they get flown back
I look like a civilian, they don't know I'm on that
I'm on that, huh, I say I'm on that
If it don't got no money for me, I don't wanna go back
Nigga play me, pull the clippers out, push his 'fro back
They gon' zip him up or stitch him up and try to sew that, huh
You know that
Skilla Baby
