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M Huncho

Sport (Outro)

 

Sport (Outro)

(Album: 48 Hours - 2018)


Look, look

I need to get new clothes so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton, I need all these packages, gave me the gun
Wake up and it's 6 in the morning, she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play striker, why don't you just stick to your own, bro?
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these brothers, I box up a box, the second time and I'm moving like 40
I be like methane, you be the ball lord
Stack it up, stack it up, it's looking so tall, tall
Monopoly, fuck the [?], I'm with Sean D and the bee's knocking
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knocking, money folding
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a fuck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated

And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport

Bummy brothers, this some music brothers over L
Fell on my face, broke, yeah, I never fell
California, pack [?] in the mail
Remember them nights it was cold, it's raining, I'm sending Brooks out to help
So many nights in the [?]
So many nights in the cell
So many night thinking you was my friend
If there was, some will go
Inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
I triple my cup, I triple my dosage
Pass me the hookah, fuck it
Pass me the shisha, fuck it
Pass me the Rizler, fuck it
If I'm not getting no sucky tonight, she sucking her face now
And that's brodie, I'm tryna make money like Avon
These jiggers are preeing, they moving McNulty
Uh, I used to shot Chris Brown off for the royalities
I didn't have no one that could spoil me
In the [?], all this foil on me
And these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me

And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport

And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport

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