hideout Lyrics

Catch an opp them guns be bussing

She said she want my love, can tell she mad cause she keep cussing

And I can't trust no bitches, man, I don't even trust my cousin

Hate when I'm round these treeshas , saw my racks, they keep on touching

I shouldn't have to ask but, are you stupid, are you dumb

Got a posh bitch, she keep on posing with my gun

Keep talkin' bout love, baby girl im not the one

Draco make him run

These niggas be some punks

Balling watch me dunk

Im there dad they my sons

Girl eat me like I'm lunch, want my kids on her tongue

Been him since I was young, bitches touchin' on my junk

I sit back smoke a blunt, heard he testing, must be drunk

Fuck that talkin', on the net, come bring your fire out

I can't find these niggas, someone tell me where they hide out

Boy, I got that kay, with a cutter, take your eye out

I just took your bae to the crib, she got piped out

Gotta get her gone, if she tryna fuck my bands up

This bitch heard my song, watch her turn into a dancer

He said he want smoke with me, lil boy, I'll give you cancer

Girl, I just want head, top , I cannot romance her

Yeah, I can't love no hoe

Lets go, I'm married to my dough

Uh huh, got two bands on my coat

Yeah, gwop is all I know

Uh, smoke gas moving slow

Bitch want drop down low

She gon' give me dome, got my dick up in her throat

Yeah

Catch an opp them guns be bussing

She said she want my love, can tell she mad cause she keep cussing

And I can't trust no bitches, man, I don't even trust my cousin

Hate when I'm round these treeshas , saw my racks, they keep on touching

I shouldn't have to ask but, are you stupid, are you dumb

Got a posh bitch, she keep on posing with my gun

Keep talkin' bout love, baby girl im not the one

Draco make him run

These niggas be some punks

Balling watch me dunk

Im there dad they my sons

Girl eat me like I'm lunch, want my kids on her tongue

Been him since I was young, bitches touchin' on my junk

I sit back smoke a blunt, heard he testing, must be drunk

Fuck that talkin', on the net, come bring your fire out

I can't find these niggas, someone tell me where they hide out

Boy, I got that kay, with a cutter, take your eye out

I just took your bae to the crib, she got piped out

Gotta get her gone, if she tryna fuck my bands up

This bitch heard my song, watch her turn into a dancer

He said he want smoke with me, lil boy, I'll give you cancer

Girl, I just want head, top , I cannot romance her

Yeah, I can't love no hoe

Lets go, I'm married to my dough

Uh huh, got two bands on my coat

Yeah, gwop is all I know

Uh, smoke gas moving slow

Bitch want drop down low

She gon' give me dome, got my dick up in her throat

Yeah, I can't love no hoe

Lets go, I'm married to my dough

Uh huh, got two bands on my coat

Yeah, gwop is all I know

Uh, smoke gas moving slow

Bitch want drop down low

She gon' give me dome, got my dick up in her throat

Yeah