Hnhh Cypher Lyrics - Singles - Dj Ill Will

(Kid Ink) 

I said its kid ink baby 

turn to the max like tj 

body tagged up like the bottom of the free way 

game don't like it niggas need to get a key made 

run this shit it aint nothing but a relay 

it ain't nothing you can tell us 

bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's 

this ain't no how i act like summa 

going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet 

you niggas just special ed 

all i see is green but my eyes so red 

and all i do is win got a room full of clouds 

bout to take another shot but I'm used to the fouls 

i ball it 

you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni 

throw it up 2 to the south 

tell them deuces 

just put 2 in the air 

so sick said it must be the flu in the air 

if you do it big then i prolly did it od 

thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep 

up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed 

swear i was raised by beats like moblique 

came from the bottom 

rats in the roaches 

now niggas blunts aint as fat as my roaches 

bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher 

I'ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over 

(Meek Mill) 

They were sleeping on me 

Time for me to wake them up 

Counting all these fucking babies 

till I get a paper cut 

kill the competition 

now ? then I make them up 

Only time we Black and Yellow 

when the caution tape is up 

ha, that record dead 

memory of 

spitting that crack 

this really is drugs 

theres hate in the air 

I ain't feeling the love 

you like an irritating fly 

I'm killing your buzzzzz 

I'm eating the beat 

this is pacman 

I'm on the grind 

like a motherfucking lap dance 

shorty gonn' do whatever 

says shes a rap fan 

Every nigga round me 

Robin, Batman 

All black coupes 

All black wheels 

step out the line 

ima show you how that mac feel 

I'm like she ? in the corner of that backfield 

? or get your motherfucking cap pilled? 

rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood 

let my money do the talking 

I aint gotta say Im good 

Who is that 

I ain't gotta say I would 

riding like an engine bitch 

I ain't gotta say I'm hood 

I tell a hoe to follow me 

and swallow me 

I be spending money 

like I fucking hit the lottery 

If I ever hit your girl 

then this is my apology 

These suckas they be tripping 

bout these bitches trynna body me 

(Los) 

I'm about to go over round my arm 

lean a way that I could feel it now 

tali round my head 

Taliban knock the building down 

High cock blocker 

I'm a fly top shotter 

In my all red rims 

like a high top Prada 

on my mommas mouth to the drama 

and lies would be gripping from my lips 

as I'm spitting that shit that Osama be gripping 

hungry as a poverty stricken 

robbery victim 

where the rascals of waffles and chickens 

win the lottery ticket 

And your girl let me pop it in real life 

I beat it like they locked me in a room 

with the doctor that killed Mike 

I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights 

shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice 

I'm anthrax you tampax 

I'm about to go Amtrax 

Jack Black black Jack 

got the track saran wrap 

stand back I'm slamming an antagonist 

slapping you faggots putting the can in a bandwagon 

swag of the century, mack and the bench of three 

I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually 

rappers they mention me 

boy I put this on my mother 

you'll end up interscope 

Im jus trynna warner brother 

still getting cheescake on these dummies 

deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money 

Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit 

and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch 

(Tory Lanez)