Hear Horton Lyrics

I'm always outside, wanna catch that

Bitch got the Lululemon on cause her ass fat

Pulled up with a P, told him to match that

99 overall, bitch, I got the max stats

Always stay with green on my back like I'm Bulbasaur

Can't rock the show if I can't bring the gun indoor

Lil Durk, money you would think you coming off the floor

Not on the court but when we shoot, we uppin' the score

Spinnin' on the opps so much, now we like bald tire

Burned down your stash house, but it was a small fire

Bro cut coke with the Fent, tryna be Mike Myers

Freestyle everything I rap, but you some typewriters

Scam your mom for 10 bands, it was too severe

Bro put the pack down, you need a new career

Shoot the 23 in Cleveland like a Cavalier

Searching for them red cups, like I'm Paul Revere

I really do the littlest, they say I do the most

Danny Phantom when I whip the Rolls cause I'm going ghost

Got the sauce, need to get some bread so I can have a toast

Bro cooking up the chicken, but you making roast

Bro really cooking in the kitchen like he Gordon

Catch a opp like a free throw, but we Jordan

I be doing too much dust, I hear Horton

5'4 asking for a zip, we gonna short him (bitch)

Unky cooking in the lab, he a scientist

Wouldn't get a pint of green, rather some lines of Tris

I don't work a 9-to-5, I got a client list

Wouldn't get the baddest hoe, I need the finest bitch

Shot 30 out the glock, they thought I called Curry

Pulled up to Denver for them nuggets like Jamal Murray

6'7 stitching on his homie, that's a tall furry

Never gonna fold on the flop, so I call early

Shit, they say life is a game, I gave a poker face

Gloves and a mask in the Scat, we never left a trace

Ran through his crib, he wasn't home, shouldn't left his place

Bro used to hate, now he cops, so we got him laced

Take a trip, finna fly to Calabasas

Weigh out the bud, broke a scale like a fat bitch

Rob bro for everything, we took his assets

It's Ramadan, but all my bros eat, we ain't fasting

AT burning all the rubber, but it's Goodyear

I'm from Westchester, bitch, there ain't no hood here

You want a cop, pull up, I got the goods here

Rocking Fear of Gods, cause God's what I should fear (bitch)

Serving bricks like Shaq from the free throw

She thought I nutted, but bitch, I really peed hoe (peed hoe)

Fiends tryna find the drugs like it's Nemo (nemo)

She said my bar's really cold, Frio

I always push weight, bitch, I never stand still (damn)

If he cheated on you, how is he your man still

Got a X on my shirt, call me Stan Will (x)

If you run up on my gang, get your can peeled (bitch)

If you pull up to the court, why you not gon' ball (bitch)

Bitch, I stay in the cut like it's alcohol

Drugs like Pokemon, I'mma catch them all

You got no fashion sense, you look like a bathroom stall

Four bases, one play like a grand slam (damn)

I had the blood to your head like a handstand (damn)

It ain't 2015, you rockin' Vans, Dan (damn)

You be on PH Live, you a Cam fan (bitch)

We some Megladons, bro, you a great white

If 12 really knew what I do, then I'd face life

Started sippin' on the Wock, but it don't taste right

Should've known it was fake, plug, had a great price

Young rich real shit, bitch