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M Huncho

Westwood Crib Session

 

Westwood Crib Session


Put on the timer
Let it dry
Ammo got me higher
Yeah I'm fried
People like this budda on, is just a side Huncho
Bonafide hustler, I do or die yeah
I used to sit in the flats thinking of ways to make pennies to racks
They see me and start getting spaz attacks
You don't even need to run it back
I made it all back anyway
In debt to the plug I'm stuck in the mud
I sat on a stack anyway
They tell me I'm fiction I'm smoking addicted
I speak about facts everyday
It's back to the packs anyway
Sack in the rucksack heavy weight
Benching a lot heavy plates
Dodging these pigs everyday
Eating home cooked ready made
I be the hot sauce
All of these bruddas are PeriPeri
These hoes they showing they body to me like we don't know that she is a hoadie
I'm flipping the shit and she's showing her tits
She will never hold it for me
I make these Speakerz Knock
Making these bands on my Lonely
And I do it on my ones
This bitch will never do it for me
These niggas are bitching they talking the most your bitch fucking you with a strap on
My word is my word
Your word ain't shit and that is the thing you go back on
Let me get my pack on
Tryna aim for a mortgage
I ain't tryna be so hands on
Girl I'm moving so whorish
She's in lingerie I make her dance for me
Latex when I bag homie
Big buds and they not homie
Hi-def coming like Sony
Real G by my side Tony
Aim it at your arm Stoney
Hella losses tracking back homie
Gladly racing through the track homie
I'm in a crib session with Westwood with a pack on me
I ain't solo I got my dogs with me
I ain't solo I got my dogs with me

Rolling with my J no Hus
Rolling with my J no Hus
Rolling with my J no Hus
Rolling with my J no Hus
M got the [?] no fuss
Hunch got the [?] It's tucked
Hustling from time I used to jump on the number 6 bus
Now it's back to the roads where I been grafting
Petite brown ting now I'm Pimp walking
Seen her at the rave yeah she's been watching
Four man try the ting but shes dun talking
So I pull up
This is life from the gutter
Knife with no butter
Poking, it's proper
See the big boy and little boy want stutter
See the big boy and little boy want stutter enough
Enuff, I ain't got time to waste
Persian rugs in my place yeah
I pree opp boys I got a dossier
From the youngins straight up to the bosses
Elevation
Elevation
This year's about elevation
Doobie in my mouth I got a revelation
Went down the wrong path made some mistakes yeah
Sit up seven days, couple piss takes yeah
Baby leave these nerds you need a risk taker you need a risk taker we need to get paper
God damn we need to get paper

Let me tell you about some times when I never had a dime
Let me tell you about some times I used to sit and waste my time
Now I really want money
Thots, thots lining up just to hug me
Bitch niggas owe me some money
Isn't that funny
Huncho I was doing 24s in the streets
Same faces everyday, dejavu every week
Took so many L's man I been on a streak
And watch out for fake love cause that shit is so deep
And I'm sitting in the tr smoking Z to the face
And I'm grinding on my ones cause nobody relates
Pick her up in the whip [?]
Drop her to the bus stop I can't take her for dates
And they do it for the socials man yeah I don't give a fuck
And I do it for my family I be breaking it up
And I had no sleep for a while
Sell the bud run it up
And I'm loving this cake
I be breaking it up
Put a stop on the time
I be breaking it up
And I'm sipping the tea
While I'm feeling her cups
I need me a certy bitch that can give me some pups
I don't need me a psycho ting that will put me in cuffs
And I learnt me some lessons
Get the dope out the kitchen
And I still pray to God
I still pray for forgiveness
I might be on the wrong
I still got my religion
I make her take off with the pack
I put these hoes on a missions
Yeah the keys in ignition
Speeding straight to the riches
From corner stores to foreign hoes fuck a slice I need a Domino's
And I line 'em up like domino's then disappear like vamonos
Still kick back with a Pot Noodle
Big dog yeah yeah to these dog poodles
So fuck it I'm out
Fuck it I'm out
93 I said let me come out
93 I came out
And my momma was proud
Yeah and my mother was proud

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