HOOTERS ft. Bumboi Lyrics

Bitch I'm back

Turnt up to the max

Pimpin', countin' paper stacks

Bullets go through windows, nigga

When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good

HOOTERS We got plenty racks

Hollows when I load up my gat

Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

This-this that player shit

You don't know nothin' about

I don't say too much

Just say enough Bet a bitch gon' bust it down

I don't gotta prove shit

That them folks figure it out

Make me pull up on da nawf and show you how quick shit goes south

Okay, it's my way or no way

Bitch, that ain't up for discussion

If you don't make more money than me then you can't tell me nothin

Way dat I keep them K's

You think I was in the Klan or that I'm Russian

If I said it, I'ma do it, I'ma do it

Ain't no bluffin

Bitch, we four deep in the 4 door

With a Glock 4.0 tryna make some hurt

Shit get too creep when I'm in the streets

Niggas know me if I pop out somebody get murked

Bitch I'm a demon I came from the dirt

I can't let them get me, I'm gettin' them first

Bitch, if the opps end up catching me lackin

I'm doin', I'm doin' myself like I'm Kurt

Bitch I'm back

Turnt up to the max

Pimpin', countin' paper stacks

Bullets go through windows, nigga

When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good

HOOTERS We got plenty racks

Hollows when I load up my gat

Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

Bitch I'm back

Turnt up to the max

Pimpin', countin' paper stacks

Bullets go through windows, nigga

When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good

HOOTERS We got plenty racks

Hollows when I load up my gat

Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

Got a bad bitch rubbing up on my gat

Got em all big mad like my name is sam

Hyde

Hide yo feelings in a bag

Protect yo benjis before this lightning strike back

Talk

Talk yo shit cus you mad then yo got yo ass beat couldnt do me like that

It is what it is better take yo L

stack sum bread n bounce right back

Shots in his back got his boys screaming

RICKY

Fye from the muzzle gon light my

Blizzy

All this recoil got my arms feeling

Dizzy

Ion kiss hoes that shit be

ICKY

Kicking back a door when i feeling bold

Shoot out the lights as i creep from below

Rip out yo eyes and i torture yo soul

We Leave you to rot till birds feed they own

Bitch I'm back

Turnt up to the max

Pimpin', countin' paper stacks

Bullets go through windows, nigga

When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good

HOOTERS We got plenty racks

Hollows when I load up my gat

Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

Bitch I'm back

Turnt up to the max

Pimpin', countin' paper stacks

Bullets go through windows, nigga

When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good

HOOTERS We got plenty racks

Hollows when I load up my gat

Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

UGH