Huddle Lyrics

These niggas fake man you really can't trust em

Yo homies they be snakes nine times so it's fuck em

Getting a bag by myself ain't no huddle

It's fifty ways to grind nigga I gotta hustle

Send my Skis juice and nem they the muscle

I don't gotta pay a fucking thing just to touch you

Make a real bag boy I won't even confront you

You try to take my bag Glock thirty gone hunt you

It's lil moneybagg naw it ain't wit kash

I be in the raq and I stay wit mags

Hit design district all these foreign tags

Yo bitch eating dick and she never gag

Punching up on the flights now I'm on the plane

Broke as hell always in the house always on the game

Remember days I was broke as hell I was missing plays

Now I'm out on Miami Beach out here catching rays

These niggas fake man you really can't trust em

Yo homies they be snakes nine times so it's fuck em

Getting a bag by myself ain't no huddle

It's fifty ways to grind nigga I gotta hustle

Send my Skis juice and nem they the muscle

I don't gotta pay a fucking thing just to touch you

Make a real bag boy I won't even confront you

You try to take my bag Glock thirty gone hunt you

If ain't no Glock then I might have to punch you

You try me out in public won't hesitate to runtz you

This BNB nigga I put a punch through

Lil nigga if it's beef ain't no one you can run to

Mission complete nigga cause my skis never miss

Ain't gotta rap beef lil nigga I never diss

I'm in the Stu nigga hell yea I'm here with Kash

But don't think that we lacking nigga you know we stay wit mags

Yep

Lil moneybagg on this bitch man

Finna talk my shit real quick

Niggas still sipping green yea they gotta go

Glock thirty got a beam and it got a scope

Chasing after hoes lil nigga why u broke

You ain't got no pape nigga then you gotta go

That's yo lil bitch but I got her on a rope

This my lil Glock yea you know I gotta tote

That's yo main homie probably stealing from you though

Shit be so crazy man you wouldn't even know

Life sneak up on you gotta be ready to grow

Time ain't gone stop and my bag it's gone show

Niggas envy me but got the same twenty four

If you run up Glock twenty three it's gone blow