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2peece to yo mouth uh
2peece you did it again nigga
I aint gone lie this shit starting to feel like
Snoop & Dre, Jay & Ye, 40 Drake you know what I mean (Yea Yea)
I like that one on GOD (Look)
I'm something like Ossacin
Everywhere I go its a camera out shit getting real hard to function
I got some hoes from Arkansas Colorado drive miles for Huncho to slush em
Started with nothing
Talking bout a dollar & a dream nigga like me aint even have the dollar
Now the whip I be pushing
This shit got more class than somebody that's tryna be a doctor (Goo)
Niggas cant pass me whip so classy I fucked around & named the shit Autumn (Lets Go)
We don't do rap beef hustle on Zaxby's get off on chicken get profit (Lets Go)
35 grams in my locker at Rogers I'm hoping Coach B aint find it (These facts too)
Ots Huncho the God of all Gods & I really just wanna remind em (I'm that dude)
Bitches that Jamie couldn't fuck on see the Huncho now they tryna build (Lets do it)
Don't do relations I just get they neck whenever I got time to kill
I feel like that boy from the West
I get them Sosa's now hoes they be tryna feel (Phil)
And that bitch you be praying to fuck on
I done hit her off my rhyming skills (Yea that lil bitch a diver)
Its a lil trick around the O You want your show to blow
Then go put J Huncho on the flyer
Putting car seats in the back of the Maybach
Is what I'm gone be on when I get Zyaire
Twin Cuban links that's a Tia Tamera
My bezel Rushawnda my coupe a makylah
Shit off the top I be cutting the pop
Every time that I drop another rapper retire
Getting the top from your bop on a Go Pro
Recording her tryna keep the shit steady
Just made a Faygo the same color Bol-Bol
I been right back on that sipping shit heavy
She love me now back then was a no go
They throw that Wap when you get you some Fetty
Now I get currency to go be a spitta
I'm something like Andretti
But really