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Made my first dime, I'm tryna join the Honey Bun Club
I ain't even know how many times I just joined the Honey Bun
You at every party but you ain't joined the Honey Bun Club
(You got 70) ball, just touch it up, you'll join the Honey Bun Club
For the commissary he just joined the Honey Bun Club
Ain't sign with Lil Debbie, but he just joined the Honey Bun Club
Dying with it before I join the 'I ain't have a gun' Club
I can't get the pistols in the venue, I don't go in clubs
Switch attached
Rylo send a nigga to the doctor, they'll stitch him back
Niggas be dick riding for clout tryna get known
I don't know who took the shit off, but I put that shit on
She ain't look like this just last month, hoe you doin' magic
How they take the fat from out your arm and put it in your ass?
She having more paper than her nigga, he wanna get married
Everything you flexing she bought it, you should be embarrassed
Boogies there to kill him, he think you pulled up to a show
Shit get deep, I make lil' bro 'nem dress up like promoters
Shit get deep, we ain't picture this, tryna pay us for a photo
Red light, green light, hoe pull out your camera, that's a no-go
We fuckin' on the low, you know that
Do I gotta go? You know that
See his opp' and you his bro? You know that
Shoot you, up the score, you know that
Heavy what I pore, you know that
Don't fall out 'bout a hoe, you know that
He'll tell again, you know that (yeah, yeah)
He done told before
That shit en route
Just make sure you at the house
Only way it ain't go how I say is if you tell a mouse
I don't let 'em watch me, when I drop it, let my men throughout
Beat it with a hammer, then I press it out
If you learn this shit correctly you get an extra ounce
Or free 2-3 Gs, if we braise it off your knee
My OG used to smoke dirty ass cocaine inside his weed
He still fucked while he breathe
From his neck down to his knees
Beggin' please for the same high
Turned him to a feind
I'm a big dog, these niggas pups to me
They can't fuck with me
Still connected with the Mexicans
Pull up, drug trucks on me
Driver charge a buck a piece, we duck police
Take 'em on a high speed 'fore I ever tuck his weed, nigga, you know that
We fuckin' on the low, you know that
Do I gotta go? You know that
See his opp and you his bro? You know that
Shoot you, up the score, you know that
Heavy what I pore, you know that
Don't fall out 'bout a hoe, you know that
He'll tell again, you know that
He done told before (you know that)