Hakuna Matata Lyrics

I got no love for these hoes

No love for these hoes

Boy I got no love for these hoes

I got no love for these hoes

I got no love for these hoes

Ran up a check it was me and my brother

We did it together I got him forever

Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar

If she 10 or better I F like the letter

I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors

They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level

Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil

I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle

Whoa

Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul

Riding with the pole residue in the bowl

We was cooking that yola

187 on 441 better keep your gun

Better keep your gun yeah

Aye aye

Flew to Bahamas in Louis pajamas was eating frittatas

Hakuna Matata

Hopped out the whip it's a button to start her

I could go in sport but I don't even bother

If they want problems then we can kill all them

I cook all the beef like it's carne asada

Call me don dada I call up my shattas

They came for to slaughter I came for your daughter

She said she want get acquainted Picasso her face how I paint it

Hit is block then stain it yeah

He died cuz he hesitated

The knife on the end of my stick it's serrated

I don't put on off white no more that shit dated

Yeah Dorian broke my heart back when we dated

So I got no love for these hoes

Yeah I show no love for these hoes

Ran up a check it was me and my brother

We did it together I got him forever

Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar

If she 10 or better I F like the letter

I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors

They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level

Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil

I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle

Whoa

Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul

Riding with the pole residue in the bowl

We was cooking that Yola

187 on 441 better keep your gun

Better keep your gun yeah

Iced out my caller draft pick I'm a baller

Just hit her and told her I'd call her

She know that's a lie

Only thing that I supply her is dick

Don't hit my phone up you crying and shit

Crazy you think that I'm buying you shit

If you ain't sucking dick then bitch why are you here

Just bought a stick that bitch came with a cooler kit

Glock got a switch boy don't die bout a bitch

Ran up a check it was me and my brother

We did it together I got him forever

Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar

If she 10 or better I F like the letter

I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors

They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level

Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil

I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle

Whoa

Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul

Riding with the pole residue in the bowl

We was cooking that Yola

187 on 441 better keep your gun

Better keep your gun yeah

Aye