Lyrics
Ten hunnid hot boy Rellione
yeah yeah
Ayy
Keep it a hunnid you know how this shit go Rellione known to let my stick
blow
Yeah yeah
Heard you niggas givin' up that info Drop skeezy grab my blick and kick doe
What you think it's meant for
Been outside since a baby with the grown niggas
Every bitch I sent I did it on my own nigga
Said she wanna quit she was just fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Until she finally bumped into that Rellione nigga
Ayy Ayy
Slid out the backseat tapped five niggas
Caught him in the load with five niggas goin' live nigga
Niggas known to talk a bunch of shit till they die nigga
Post yo rest in peace Flick on a blimp in the sky nigga
Dance moves on these niggas I'm talkin' Mike Jackson
I slid up that one block and dropped a whole fraction
I say you boys deserve a Grammy's how you niggas actin'
I hope y'all ain't caughtI can't wait to clap him
I'm a vet better ask I got old skits
You finally fuckin' what's her name? That's my old bitch
Oh you got a CLS that's my old whip
You my son niggas really got my whole kit
You can fake it but niggas it's really not me
Niggas got a hoe so I upped it on them and got three
Wanna learn? All you gotta do is watch me
I'ma try to teach you before I ever gotta drop ski
Ayy Ayy Ayy
Mention any niggas from my section bitch I'm top three
He said he got on what's his name? Nigga not me
223's levitate a nigga out his Spike Lee's
He tried to run down the street he was knock-kneed
Twelve tried to tell me to stop I did not freeze
Niggas steady catchin' they opps and do not squeeze
Lil' bro got caught at the bodega he got chopped cheese
Hairpin trigger on a Glock you better not sneeze