Hall N Nash ft. Kobevez Lyrics

Rocks in my Buffs swinging sticks like I'm bam bam

Thought I sent his ass A lil method, he a ham ham

You a pump faker, steady flashing all yo mans bands

Money counter beep, then Imma thumb it til my hands jam

Boss life ain't no way you niggas beating me

I feel like Lil Wayne, I move in silence and keep it G

Money getting long, best believe she ain't leaving me

Bust that nigga top like some wock, yeah the lean on me

Tripping at the set you would've thought a nigga shoes untied

Hot nigga with a frozen heart, shit I'm cool inside

Pulling out the blues, Left yo bitch with the cupid eyes

And I touch cheese like I'm greg finna loser slide

Metal Arm on me, Hitting stores like I'm bucky barnes

Green on my body, now yo bitch want my Lucky Charms

Brody bape zipped, going ape on them monkey bars

Rap on old beats, man I'm something like a funky star

Yeah, Listen Cause I'm shining now

Used to doordash now I'm up, So we dining out

Pull out the heartbeat, If it's beef we gone find his house

She said "You the Goat" I know bitch, you just finding out

Listen, Make it make sense

Tech on me, doing niggas foul, call a flagrant

Got it out the mud, making songs in the basement

Saying that I'm broke, Come on bitch, Do You Caine sniff

Shit you got to

I don't throw hands if it's beef, You tryna box who?

Bro got a switch, he let it play just like a cartoon

And I'm on my grind, stay on point like a harpoon

Yeah I'm on that grind I'm tryna tell you that I'm coming up

Got some rich on me, Don't come around if you broke as fuck

Pretty bitches choosing off the name got some hoes with us

Hit up Kuai Liang for the Ice he just froze the Buffs

Yeah I'm talking crazy huh

I walk around with four pockets full like Lil Baby huh

If you see me out and about, just know they paid me something

I'm All about the bread so If it's pape Imma make me some

Shit im in the Stu' Cooking up like I'm Walter White

Calvin Cambridge, Young nigga with a Baller Life

Mr. Check Dropper, See this Shit? I made it all tonight

Mr. Put It On, I see yo bitch You better call her mine

Billion Dollar Bars in this Bitch, Feel like Bruce Wayne

Aye, And I up a mask at Nighttime

Best believe I'm getting niggas dropped like Some Loose change

Alright, You better pray you got a Lifeline

That's Yo bitch four L but you don't know that I call to smash

At the club all Yo bitch see is Falling cash

From the East Side but on the West, I got guns too

Yeah, We in this bitch just like Hall and Nash

Thousand Streams, Ten minutes, All off of YouTube

Shots connected from a far like it was bluetooth

Niggas know I'm all about my green like it's Hulu

Show yo bitch the blues, bet she shake like a loose tooth

Feel like AK Bandamont cause I got Bands a lot

This whip got horsepower call me Yoozles Lancelot

I kicked her out the crib like is you throwing ass or not

When I spit, Niggas go sss like they hands was hot

Niggas like some surfers, all they love to do is ride waves

Shit talking, Let his Soul Fly like Rod Wave

Love to run his mouth, we cut him up into a Bald Fade

Punching up at Saks like I came to my Job late

All this Cheese on me, You would think I'm tryna catch mice

Bars popping out my head, Shit I might catch Lice

In my cup it's cough syrup, Mixed with cracked ice

Niggas never hearing me, So now I gotta say it Twice

I Could never have been fucked with

I made bands with every Nigga I discussed with

And I fapped every Nigga I then fussed with

2K23, All year I'm dropping fuck shit