HSKT Lyrics

I don't need nobody but myself and the Glock I hold that's all

But if I wanted, it's like couple scary Niggas I could call

I feel sorry for his momma cause her son ain't make it far

He was fuckin with 2q then we put seven through his jaw

He diedd

Paranoia & a Menace as a mix

That look like take one of mine and all of your get hit with sticks

Bullet hit, Head, shoulder, knees, & toes, & chest, also hips

Don't past the thirty to your mans cause we gone block em like a blitz

Clip hold fifty and I swear to god I'll use it all tonight

Blood be spilling like it's sprite don't roll no dice playin with your life

Nigga need blood to make this right, I ain't trying to argue, fuck a fight

You fuck wit us you best think twice, we will cut your nuts & feed them too you like

Chicken wings & rice

I was in Jersey made five bands came back to Philly & made it twice

And Johnny made ten then did it thrice

More money we get, more guns we like and cop

Fatherfuck the cops & opps

Caught them at the Papi store and later dead

He rolled in paper

Drilling's like a fraction, nigga under, boy a denominator

I got niggas bitches on my dick because they niggas beta

While I'm gettin head I will send a hit to make my morning greater

Save a fellow kin by sayin chill today to witness later

I don't need nobody but myself and the Glock I hold that's all

But if I wanted, it's like couple scary Niggas I could call

I feel sorry for his momma cause her son ain't make it far

He was fuckin with 2q then we put seven through his jaw

He diedd

Paranoia and a Menace as a mix

That look like take one of mine and all of your get hit with sticks

Bullet hit, Head, shoulder, knees, & toes, & chest, also hips

Don't past the thirty to your mans and we gone block them like a blitz

Hand fight, I'm down

Knife fight, I'm down

Gun fight, I'm down

BOOM BOOM, He down

Day passed, he found

Six feet, in ground

Witness, No sound

Niggas die when and I make a frown

Ring around the rosie,

Twenty four shots, shoot like Kobe

Check the score you three, we forty

Ashes Ashes , they all fallen

down

Let me not hear no fuckin sound

You dumb, don't think we fuckin round

Don't lack trying to get no gas at sixty nineth

we'll run up with a gun or a knife

We do magic just say Abra Cadabra, watch them disappear

I be feeling bad but I at the same time bitch I don't care

Mona Lisa I'm da Vinci, watch me paint this nigga red

Nigga ugly livin, but no bap you handsome when you dead

I don't need nobody but myself and the Glock I hold that's all

But if I wanted, it's like couple scary Niggas I could call

I feel sorry for his momma cause her son ain't make it far

He was fuckin with 2q then we put seven through his jaw

He diedd

Paranoia and a Menace as a mix

That look like take one of mine and all of your get hit wit sticks

Bullet hit Head shoulder knees and toes and chest also hips

Don't Past the thirty to your mans cause we gone block them like a blitz