Hunnid Grand
[Intro - DEREK RINSEMA]
(Uhhh…. Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh! [yo, yo] ay! Do-do-do! Listen. You don’t get it, nah)
[DEREK RINSEMA]
I’m done with that wack shit
Done with the acting
Hung with a bad chick slurping
That ain’t past tense
Point me to the bad shit
If you pointing my way Imma hit you with a Mac-10
Put you in a casket
All my homies know my mental batshit
Mad shit
Bags under my eyes check the tagged pics
I don’t even need to win the prize
Imma snatch it
Leader of the titans in disguise
Call me Atlas
(A-1, ain’t done)
She rubbing me like steak sauce
I’m the fucking big boss
Trust me this shit ain’t fun
Imma need some big guns to point at all you fuckers and go
(do-do-do)
Blood all on the bread I call it Smuckers
You some suckers, ay
You know me well then I come to play
If my shit don’t sell come another day
Imma raise some hell, ain’t no other way
With my dogs, we some strays, bitch
Be afraid
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand
Yeah, I know you hate me
Yeah, I know that lately
I been going crazy
Don’t need you to save me
Rolling with the hazy-eyed boys from the AZ
I don’t need no bitch– no officer to tase me
I been going–
Hold up, wait
I’m amazing
Looking like I’m mainstream
Haters tried to flame me
Rose from that shit like storylines, we gaming
Yeah, life’s a test
This bitch, I’m ace-ing
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand
[Conductor Bizz]
Look like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
I got some fiends who hit my line but I just treat them like the feds
Ain’t taking calls, you want that work then go-head pull up to my fence
Why you tryna test your fate when knowing you’d never stand a chance
We too fly
Yea
Lately I been feeling like the monster
Like push me one more time I might just blow up this whole concert
Bullets fly
Bust right through them gates ain’t need no password
Fuck it though
Tell them keep on grinding ‘till that shit works
(uh, yea)
No easy days for my enemies
The master of this universe nobody else be high as me
(uh, yea)
Something like a comet or a novelty
Just know there’s only one of me
You try me, get turned to casualty
Do this shit I actually
Whenever they move it’s gradually
I can see they on to plan B
I’m unplugging all they batteries
What they say do not matter to B
Ain’t even started, they tryna be me
I know they nervous when I’m up to the T
Can’t trust no one so I’m keeping receipts
Ra!
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand
At the ground floor I’m tryna get the bag
At the ground floor I’m tryna beat the bands
At the ground floor I’m screaming “Fuck, the fans!”
At the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand