HBU Lyrics

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

I'm outside I'm with my gang girl how 'bout you?

New coupe slide I blow the brains hang out the roof, yeah

See them eyes I know you faded off that juice

Yeah, yeah

Pick that wrist up

Lil' nigga pick that blick up 

Wire just hit my account I got millions I gotta go pick up 

I don't got time for no motherfucking stick ups

But if it's a problem with me then ya boy gone hit up 

Swear to God niggas been thinking it's sweet 

Thot bitch pull up I ain't fucking a treesh

Back in sixth grade I was rocking ELITE's 

Now I pull up rocking Patek Philippe's

My bitch just told me "it's status for me"

These niggas don't want no static with me 

Fucking your bitch just a habit for me 

This song a motherfucking classic to me 

I be riding around I'm with my gang fasho'

That bitch keep coming around she want that thing fasho'

I cant take her to town she ain't my lady no

She ain't my lady no 

But I'm like 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah, yah 

Man fuck that nigga he talking loud up in my mentions and shit 

I hire that nigga I show 'em around and give him a pension and shit

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah, yah

I'm outside I'm with my gang girl how 'bout you?

New coupe slide I blow the brains hang out the roof, yeah

See them eyes I know you faded off that juice

Yeah, yeah

These niggas think they in charge think they in charge I know they not 'bout that 

Imma pull up with the squad fuck on your broad just know that I'm 'bout that

I gotta pack in the mail the pack in the mail yeah you know I gotta route that 

I got my dog on the cell, my dog in a cell yeah you know I gotta fight back 

I'm working shit out just like Rio 

I'm with my brothers you know we the trio 

And she still want me to see her 

Chandelier on my wrist I feel like Sia 

I'm out with Cody I feel just like Zack but no Bia 

I'll make your homie a pack yeah you know I'll six feet ya

Yeah, yeah