HRS Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Told big bro ima stay down beat the block for hours

I can't go for dissin , we bring more smoke than two twin ' towers

I nutted on her face, so , ain't no need for no towel

Ever since she let me hit it, I been fuckin' up her bowels

I got so many hoes, I'm too playa to say some vows

I got so many bros, on lockdown, I need em out

I wouldn't have so many opps, but I make these niggas watch they mouths

I already got too many cases , so I keep them bowls in that bitch house

Young nigga from the south, I got bitches on the west

I told her, show me you love me, baby, so she tat me on her chest

Every time she let me hit it, I see it right there under her breast

I just smash it, then I get back to flipping' packs, you know the rest

Ugh,uh , lu' mob been feelin' blessed

I guess it's cause , I'm still alive, my mama straight, so I can't stress

My brother died, I cried, you know what happened, you know the rest

All I do is fuck these hoes and pop these pills, so why they pressed? (Yea)

None of my hoes shop at GUESS

All my hoes wear ricks or , either Dior and that's a flex

All my bros got switch, or either the stick and that's a flex

It really take one call to get you stretched, and that's a flex

I be countin' bread on the bed, while she be rubbin' on my neck

I put a percs over these bitches, we can make a personal bet

I put murder over these niggas, get them stretched, I ain't breakin' a sweat

I'm in the streets foreal with no feelings, she get mad when I don't call her back

Told big bro I'ma stay down , beat the block for hours

I can't go for dissing , we bring more smoke than two twin ' towers

I nutted on her face, so ain't no need for no towel

Ever since she let me hit it, I been fuckin' up her bowels

I got so many hoes, I'm too playa to say some vows

I got so many bros, on lockdown, I need them out

I would have so many opps, but I make these niggas watch they mouth

I already got too many cases, so I keep them bowls in that bitch house

Ugh,Yeah I'm addicted these pints

Every time that hoe come over, she bring me soda and crushed ice

I done dropped a perc in my wock, now I be scratchin' like I got lice

Like ten times through a day, I get a text, bout what's the price

Like five times through a day, I get a text from different bitches

I ain't beefin' with them scrams, but still' get them hit , I don't give a damn

I had a dream problem ', came home and we was swervin' in the lamb

I done showed a little bit of money, and now these all bitches on my gram

Some of my niggas just trapped, they don't pay taxes, fuck a Sam

Hate when I ain't got no lean, I'm feelin' down and gettin' cramps

My hoe don't shop on shein, she rockin' shit that's unannounced (Botega)

She want me to stop this money so I can come bend her on the couch

In the streets too deep for real, I don't need no vouch, they wasnt out

Every time I see the hit and see the shots, I love the sound

She said, I like your voice, can you come sing it to me now

Baby girl, I ain't gon' sing, I don't want your top that you can scram

If they ain't hear me before, then I bet they hear me now