Hov Numbers

Yea, yea

Yeah (brr)

You know the vibes (whoo, whoo, whoo), Drumwork

Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah)

Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah)

I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

Been in the trenches, I've been pumpin' (huh)

Now I pull up leave the Benz runnin' (huh)

Glock 21, call it Tim Duncan (brr)

Brodie pull up, he gon' end som'n (boom boom boom!)

I just left the club, spent a big bag

Why you go there, nigga? You ain't spend nothin' (ha)

Niggas rappin' all this tough shit

Why you talkin' 'bout it, you ain't did nothin' (what you did?!)

Look at my (look at my)

You bitches couldn't come close

Coconut, pockets of the nigga in ghosts

I pogoda, shit, live it up, doin' the most

Like, what's the sky? (What's the sky?)

Shit, I got here on a boat, and he did too

All of the money is toucan blue

My nigga darin', like, who can't shoot?

Bitches be starin' like you didn't puke

You unprepared if you can't get two

Fuck it, tell 'em bring six

Call my nigga Jonny Quick, how he icy with a stick

Last round, drown, pick, watch how we get rich

I'ma talk big shit, like a nigga big dick

You can't tell me shit, bitch, except where the lick went

By the way, I drip, bitch, suck it with the lipstick

Fuck it, let me chill, shit, Conway told me, "Kill shit"

I done hit the kill switch (I done hit the kill switch)

Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah

Fat boy, be layin' shit

Cl-clumsy nigga how I break your bitch

Buds yellow, purple Laker shit

I be takin' from her while you take a shit

Ain't no time to be wastin', shit

Rolled a blunt, I done faced the shit

History, watch me make the shit

Bought a white plate (yeah)

Still in my bag, countin' my blessings and countin' the tag

I stay finessin' my way to the cash

If I hit that bitch then she got a tag

Shawty top it off, she usin' her hands

Throw it back, she gon' give me the head

Only fans, she gon' give me the bands

I got a shooter for her and her mans

She wanna chill, but I got other plans

I get out, then it's back to the spot

I could never turn my back on the block

I sent a play-up, easy money, that's a layup

They been sleepin' on me, stay out

I'm in the playoffs, can't afford another day off

I know this shit finna pay off (yeah)

Drunk off the liquor, I'm feelin' myself (bey')

Workin' overtime, I'm killin' myself

Drop the hottest tape, it's still on the shelf

I've been prayin' while I'm goin' through hell

Weigh it out, I'll put it out on the scale

Everywhere I put it out in the mail

Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah

Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah

I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

Posted on the corner, I got the toast under (I got toast under)

Keep me some shooters, but I got one too

And that for my own comfort (that for my own comfort)

Used to push that ROC, I was doin' Hov numbers

Plug just sent like 100 more through, it's gon' be a cold summer (whoo)

Wintertime come, we got mad heaters

Bullets like the nose on a anteater (ah)

Shotgun like an elephant trunk (boom)

The clip longer than a giraffe femur (whoo)

Spot 'em like a panthera, but they can't see us (nah)

Bullets come fast as a damn cheetah

Right at your face, like bear fingers, we'll stampede you

Fully with the switch and the fan feature, and that bitch don't jam neither (nah)

I give 'em (what?) everything the four got, then I catch amnesia (whoo)

You know it's up when you see that van creepin' (skirt)

Hop out, hoodie tight on, black sneakers

Yeah, they hated and threw stones at me, but I got back even

The black Jesus, ah (whoo)

Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa

Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner

Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah

Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)

Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah

I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag

Lucky ain't scared of shit, movin' so arrogant

I ain't got money for niggas, I'm wearin' it (yep)

It's apparent, gettin' paid from appearances (uh)

Airin' the stick while I'm sharin' my chair and shit

Maryland like six hours away

I was carryin' pounds like I'm proud of the weight (right)

Like a careless child, I go out of my way, (right) to fuck up your day

Bury your smile in the fountain of pain

I promise I'll change, but right now I'm focused on countin' some change

A mountain of money, I pile up in shame

Dive in it like I'm Scrooge McDuck

Benz Field, I got two in the front (yeah)

Open the doors, it's just women and blunts

Hop in, now you winnin' with luck

Shoppin' 'cause we spendin' enough (yeah)

Stock tips, hope you gettin' 'em up

Pop shit, nonsense, boxed in, nah, nigga, I move when I want

Watch this, got rich, rock hits, mosh pits, musical stunts

Drop-kick all the dudes in the front

You are not big, just take it from us

Drumwork, them niggas is us