H.T.T.T. (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah, I'm through playing with these fuck niggas man, check it out, look

I'm finna get paid, used to hate working for minimum wage

Free my niggas doing 10 in the cage, we in the building like some tenets, okay

I need a tenement and 10 in the safe, I'm tryna stuff about a mill in the case

I'm feeling the bass, they loving my lines, they sniffing that yay

I listen to Ye, so make no mistake, I'm like Jigga Man with the R.O.C. chain

Esco with the part in his waves, Tha Carter Lil Wayne, parden my ways

I'm Makaveli with the cross on his back, I'm DMX when he bark on the track

What's harder than that? Shout out my locs and shout out my slatts

I'm Frank White with the Coogi sweater, D.O.C. no one can do it better

I'm a king, I ain't talking Coretta, I'm bad like Michael with the curls and the leather

And for them pies, I'll cap a nigga, I don't run with no steppers

I don't run from no pressure, you don't know the name, I guess I'ma tell you

A-D-T, the name is hyphenated, wake em up flow caffeinated

Ahead of the game, decapitation, track number two off of graduation

Did you realize I was a champion all along, damn

I remember they ain't even answer my phone calls

Nowadays I just hang up if they don't say shit

Word to DJ Quik, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

And I know all my real niggas gon' play this

The world ain't been the same ever since they slayed Nip, and that's fucked up

But last time that I checked, I was still sucker-proof

And I know exactly who I am man who to fuck is you

And if you don't know what to do, let me give your ass a couple rules

Number one, go get the money, number two, never get comfortable

And when they come for you never back down

And I said everything I meant, though, I ain't talking bout Sac town, chain goldie, I'm the Mac now

Look, fuck a snitch, nigga, I don't like how a rat sound

But for that cheese, you gon' fuck around, hear that mac sound, how that sound

I got a black mac, I ain't scared of you, matter of fact, I'm prepared for you

Your real ones gon' go to war or go to jail for you, never tell on you

They gon' stay down til you up, I keep a blade in the cut

She wanna be laid so we cut, nah, quit playing, I'm done

Psych, I'm just getting started, rest in peace to all the dearly departed

My diamonds so drippy, you'll think that I'm drowning like Kodak and Artist

Ayy, watch how I boogie, I'm like Melo whenever he wear the hoodie

My niggas on ten if you wanna act bad, my nigga was goody

M.O.B., my nigga, no Ceelo Green, my nigga

Hold on, you keep it a buck? I keep it a kilo, G, my nigga

Yeah, that's cash money, just like Juvenile, Lil Wayne, B.G., and Turk

And no, I'm not Lux, but if my gun is loaded, you gon' get this work

Yeah, everything healthy, and I won't stop until all my niggas wealthy

Yeah, ain't shit you can tell me, my niggas ride with me, ain't talking about Nelly

Hold up, it's getting hot in here, do not come close, the Glock is near

Yeah, I am so fly, but do not mistake, I am not a lear, cheers

Mazel Tov, free my niggas that's in prison seeking an appeal

Something like a Tylenol, niggas sleeping on me, yeah, they noding off

Knock it off, you thinking that I'm about to stop, please, not at all

I bout the cash and my goal is to net a lot something like a soccer ball

Oh, no, hell no, y'all done up and done it show me my opponents

Tell me who want it, yeah they know I run it, say they gon' do it, I already done it

And they wanna kick it, they can't even punt it, belly of the Beast, I ain't talking stomach

And my flow is nuts, they know how I'm coming, shawty back it up, she gon' need some plumbing

Aw man, fuck it