Hadouken Lyrics

We put an A on anything and it sounds like an envelope

I quit my 9 to 5 so I could start droppin' from 10 to 4

Told my mama I won't be a trapper, now I'm gettin' dough

Told them niggas I won't be a rapper, now I'm hittin' notes

If I ain't know what to do, I'll get a load and sell some

Say you couple states down, man, address dat shit mail somethin

I hate when I'm at work with a load and niggas smell somethin

I'm just tryin' to get this shit sold foenemm, don't tell on me

Baby, I was broke and them hoes, they tried to stunt on me

Baby, I'm glizz, I do the stuntin' like a stunt dummy

He say he need a O for the low, tell the man get one for me

Made my unh-unh, so I sell it how I want it, shit

When I was shoppin' for the dope, man, I ain't owe da store shit

You ain't gotta give me no extras, I want some more shit

All cash, payin' upfront like back end some broke shit

Man, he got them same-ass bullets, that man don't tote shit

Let him cap for the app, cause that's all they fuckin' know, man

But when we see that nigga in person, the pussy growin

Sneak dissin', actin' tough, but face-to-face, don't throw hands

All them fuckin' pipes I made y'all buy, y'all need to slow down

Niggas wanna shake hands, I told them I don't make friends

Smack a nigga right outta bounds, fuck niggas, stay dea

I told Coach, fuck all them fouls, man, we don't play foul

When the crew come through, we causin havoc, all the mayhem

When I come down with the rock, shoot the shot, that's all they say, man

I come through with Hadoukens for niggas thinkin' stupid, though

You can eat this dick, but I can't call you back, lil' stupid hoe

Ayy, Li Rece, peep the scene, now, before I do it, though

Drop a hemi, its shittin' on niggas, you gotta use it, unh

I don't know if I should call this Hadouken, or stupid flow

Niggas come through hangin', out windows, Letting Hadoukens blow

I don't know if we up by like eight or ten, man, you do the score

How the fuck is we keepin' score if you niggas ain't keepin' up

Niggas love droppin' low on live, yeah, we creepin' up

You would think we in Miami, but we got three heats tucked

You would think gorillas march the way we hands n feet some

You might call my chopper Dre the way this chopper beat some

Ain't no stoppin' till we whack his neck foenemm, just keep thumpin

Unh, unh, unh, unh, yeah, man, yeah

I bet I made it in

Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh

Unh, made it in, on foe