I'm in the streets like da yellow lines
Bitch and you know I bang red like a stop sign
These niggas hot you know dat they drop dimes
They know I got drugs I don't need a come shop sign
Trap jump like a lunch line, it look like a yard sale
I need a new plug I'm tryna f*ck wit da cartel
I'm at his head, I play it slick like some hair gel
He soft as a bitch he look like a care bear
Been touching Hps, ain't talking bout laptops
Tryna ball, but I'll put holes in ya blacktop
Record clean, but I'm still toting them dirty mops
Nigga want war, you gonna need about 30 glocks
Went from selling da tree, to the ice, like fall into winter
Junky test it and he said it's a winner
Dat nigga pockets getting thinner
They tryna copy like a muhf*ckin printer
F*ck rap, I live the life of a sinner
Get a tour bus, I might spin in a sprinter
He was walking, we turned that dat boy into a sprinter
These niggas know I don't play like a nigga was injured
I'm on some sneaky shit
I'm bout to creep shit
Ain't talking no broom, but I'm bout to sweep shit
I got got diabetes don't f*ck wit no sweet shit
Run up his house wake up out ya sleep bitch
HonxhoDaHurk - Nightmare Lyrics
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I'm in the streets like da yellow lines
Bitch and you know I bang red like a stop sign
These niggas hot you know dat they drop dimes
They know I got drugs I don't need a come shop sign
Trap jump like a lunch line, it look like a yard sale
I need a new plug I'm tryna f*ck wit da cartel
I'm at his head, I play it slick like some hair gel
He soft as a bitch he look like a care bear
Been touching Hps, ain't talking bout laptops
Tryna ball, but I'll put holes in ya blacktop
Record clean, but I'm still toting them dirty mops
Nigga want war, you gonna need about 30 glocks
Went from selling da tree, to the ice, like fall into winter
Junky test it and he said it's a winner
Dat nigga pockets getting thinner
They tryna copy like a muhf*ckin printer
F*ck rap, I live the life of a sinner
Get a tour bus, I might spin in a sprinter
He was walking, we turned that dat boy into a sprinter
These niggas know I don't play like a nigga was injured
I'm on some sneaky shit
I'm bout to creep shit
Ain't talking no broom, but I'm bout to sweep shit
I got got diabetes don't f*ck wit no sweet shit
Run up his house wake up out ya sleep bitch
Bitch and you know I bang red like a stop sign
These niggas hot you know dat they drop dimes
They know I got drugs I don't need a come shop sign
Trap jump like a lunch line, it look like a yard sale
I need a new plug I'm tryna f*ck wit da cartel
I'm at his head, I play it slick like some hair gel
He soft as a bitch he look like a care bear
Been touching Hps, ain't talking bout laptops
Tryna ball, but I'll put holes in ya blacktop
Record clean, but I'm still toting them dirty mops
Nigga want war, you gonna need about 30 glocks
Went from selling da tree, to the ice, like fall into winter
Junky test it and he said it's a winner
Dat nigga pockets getting thinner
They tryna copy like a muhf*ckin printer
F*ck rap, I live the life of a sinner
Get a tour bus, I might spin in a sprinter
He was walking, we turned that dat boy into a sprinter
These niggas know I don't play like a nigga was injured
I'm on some sneaky shit
I'm bout to creep shit
Ain't talking no broom, but I'm bout to sweep shit
I got got diabetes don't f*ck wit no sweet shit
Run up his house wake up out ya sleep bitch
Writer: KARL HYDE, JOHN MURPHY, RICHARD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Mute Song Limited, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Mute Song Limited, Songtrust Ave