That clip of 30, do you dirty word to God hoe
Ride on all rivals, shooting shots on arrival
Adolescence stressing sliding for survival
Too young to hold that choppa firing with his eyes closed
I slide I right beside em' fire at his blind fold
Ain't sparing no nigga
Ain't fearing no nigga
Vocal dope dealer, protool quote killer
Who you know gone flow with em'
I want smoke with em'
East Bound bully, fully loaded fully
Far from pussy so don't push me, I'll push it to ya hoodie
I'm Suge in my hoodie, who really want beef
Hop out in hood shooting, Lefont Lee
With the mic, more like spike
Script a movie on site, bright lights
Camera action I give the people my life yikes
He talking ignorant, from a distance he was sniped
Life's a cheap price, my nigga did it for a swipe nice
Black market bargain, body bag up for auction
I'm coughing toxins, caution 16 carve marvelous coffins
Local goat killer, gold jewel flow spitta
Who you know gone flow with em
I want smoke with em
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
I'm more Hype Williams
Make you look at life different
When it comes to levels it's always a height difference
Cool
Showing love I never been a switching sides nigga
If you see me with your bitch I'm just the side nigga
Cool
Like I'm Lupe
I'm on D'usse and some new flavs
With a few chains
Tennis shoes change like the mood change
What the revenue bring
When I call sundial I don't really do Shade
Room top floor, this hoe got lockjaw
Acting fake will get you knocked off
Driving in the Range I'm getting TopGolf
Man I'm too raw, car smell like New Car
Smile still on Duvall
They know me but who y'all
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
HEN - Hype (feat. Harvey Harv) Lyrics
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That clip of 30, do you dirty word to God hoe
Ride on all rivals, shooting shots on arrival
Adolescence stressing sliding for survival
Too young to hold that choppa firing with his eyes closed
I slide I right beside em' fire at his blind fold
Ain't sparing no nigga
Ain't fearing no nigga
Vocal dope dealer, protool quote killer
Who you know gone flow with em'
I want smoke with em'
East Bound bully, fully loaded fully
Far from pussy so don't push me, I'll push it to ya hoodie
I'm Suge in my hoodie, who really want beef
Hop out in hood shooting, Lefont Lee
With the mic, more like spike
Script a movie on site, bright lights
Camera action I give the people my life yikes
He talking ignorant, from a distance he was sniped
Life's a cheap price, my nigga did it for a swipe nice
Black market bargain, body bag up for auction
I'm coughing toxins, caution 16 carve marvelous coffins
Local goat killer, gold jewel flow spitta
Who you know gone flow with em
I want smoke with em
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
I'm more Hype Williams
Make you look at life different
When it comes to levels it's always a height difference
Cool
Showing love I never been a switching sides nigga
If you see me with your bitch I'm just the side nigga
Cool
Like I'm Lupe
I'm on D'usse and some new flavs
With a few chains
Tennis shoes change like the mood change
What the revenue bring
When I call sundial I don't really do Shade
Room top floor, this hoe got lockjaw
Acting fake will get you knocked off
Driving in the Range I'm getting TopGolf
Man I'm too raw, car smell like New Car
Smile still on Duvall
They know me but who y'all
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
Ride on all rivals, shooting shots on arrival
Adolescence stressing sliding for survival
Too young to hold that choppa firing with his eyes closed
I slide I right beside em' fire at his blind fold
Ain't sparing no nigga
Ain't fearing no nigga
Vocal dope dealer, protool quote killer
Who you know gone flow with em'
I want smoke with em'
East Bound bully, fully loaded fully
Far from pussy so don't push me, I'll push it to ya hoodie
I'm Suge in my hoodie, who really want beef
Hop out in hood shooting, Lefont Lee
With the mic, more like spike
Script a movie on site, bright lights
Camera action I give the people my life yikes
He talking ignorant, from a distance he was sniped
Life's a cheap price, my nigga did it for a swipe nice
Black market bargain, body bag up for auction
I'm coughing toxins, caution 16 carve marvelous coffins
Local goat killer, gold jewel flow spitta
Who you know gone flow with em
I want smoke with em
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
I'm more Hype Williams
Make you look at life different
When it comes to levels it's always a height difference
Cool
Showing love I never been a switching sides nigga
If you see me with your bitch I'm just the side nigga
Cool
Like I'm Lupe
I'm on D'usse and some new flavs
With a few chains
Tennis shoes change like the mood change
What the revenue bring
When I call sundial I don't really do Shade
Room top floor, this hoe got lockjaw
Acting fake will get you knocked off
Driving in the Range I'm getting TopGolf
Man I'm too raw, car smell like New Car
Smile still on Duvall
They know me but who y'all
You don't want to test the boy, I'm too raw
You don't want to test the boy, It's no flaw
You don't want no pressure boy, I bust pipes
Bitch I'm born from that pressure boy, Too much ice
People thinking these niggas nice, unimpressed with ya records boy
Too much Hype
People think he killing mics, unimpressed with ya effort boy
Too much Hype
Writer: Brandon Henley, Harvey Harrison
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid