BEEN HIDING ft. Fukkit Lyrics

Little mothafucka wanna talk

Get a Glock, when I run round

Bitch you better put away the watch

Get a buss down, got a Rolex and a Glock

In a rush now, making more checks than a box

Don't know who to touch now

Got me running I'm making a touchdown

Used to care but I don't give a fuck now

Got the whip I ain't taking the bus now

I feel like I graduated

Got these bitches on me they be salivating

See these niggas talking they be yappilating

When I pull up on them they ain't laughing crazy

I've been hiding, you been running

I've been hiding, you can't find me

I've been Hiding, you been running

I've been Hiding, you can't find me

I told them all that I'm going in front of the line

I swear I remember the times that I would be waiting for mine

But Ima get mine and Ima still go on the grind like

Sippin a little, when I be feeling like a kid I know I'm tripping a little

I got the pills up in the bottle Ima take it a skittle, it got me feeling like a

Motherfucking riddle a middle and then I fiddle a typical ass bitch

Ima get rich, Ima get money for all of my kids

They goin fuck with the mix that I left when I lived

I aint fucking with niggas that act like a bitch

I've been hiding, you been running

I've been hiding, you can't find me

I've been Hiding, you been running

I've been Hiding, you can't find me

Gamble rap, chips stacked, fucked yo bitch can't get her back

Shooters like its Trinidad, Bust right at yo fitted cap

Lmfao that party rock, she flash her tits like Mardi Gras

Go take his bitch, I probably will, try to take my chain but probably not

That peace on me like namaste, want beef with me? I hardly talk

That clip goin make you Harlem shake, few shots now he can hardly walk

The K by my shoulder, feel like a soldier

Command like sergeant just do what I told you

Drugs in the bag, don't know what I sold you

Been getting paper, Aint nothing to fold you

I won't hold you, no point in trynna be hopeful

Don't get vocal, you'll get the beam like Goku

I will smoke you, the flow spill let it soak you

The big grip that I let rip when it choke you

No point in discussing the game, cuz they know I'm the best

The rappers just playing a jest

On top of that faking they chest

It's not nothing new, you know that they fake to the press

How you a THUG, but you ask them to make you a dress

Y'all boys YOUNG and dumb I don't think that the shit that I say to you really connects

The way that I build up weight, It's nothing I can show, but its sum I could flex

You know that I been on the way, I don't give a fuck who you got up next

I've been hiding, you been running

I've been hiding, you can't find me

I've been Hiding, you been running

I've been Hiding, you can't find me