Hot Cross Buns Video (MV)

I pay the high for my drink and I'm okay with that
Sittin' onna lil tss, but this shit baby racks Bitches dumb, I whip this bitch out and she
Gon' f*ck some
Like how you f*ck cause you see racks and
You ain't ask for none
Do wholesale, but break it down, you get a
Couple onions
Hot cross buns, we gettin' bread, I'm turnin
Around lovin
Bro drop lead behind my name, to me that
Means somethin'
Boy I'll get your ass, bitch, and I f*ck with
B-Hunna

I'm at lumpsumn, this shit up, I ain't no punk Niggas throwin' guala, how youn f*ck with
Trump
Zaza gave me cotton mouth, this shit Hawaiian runts
Up at six, made twenty-five hunnid, by lunch
Niggas ain't havin' like they said, but shit, I had a hunch
Bam broke me off on the referral, I sent his ass a punch
Baby got that dumb head, I call her, throaty dunce
Someone put me to them squares, I f*ck with Brady Bunch
Face ain't shit, but that ass fat, so I'll maybe f*ck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, flex

For that good shit, I'm taxin
I know his calf's burn, he hustle backwards
I got a Spanish nigga pay 320 for a ball but he in acworth,
Missin' so much
Spent my last on that act quarter, ball with no Backboard
Niggas pop that gangster shit, but never drop They nuts for it
Niggas cheerleaders, pom-poms still ain't Make nothin' shake
I be pill gettin' it, na, na, now I'm stuck in place
I still feel like somethin' missin', though
Flex
Nah, I quit right there