American Huncho (Down Pitch) Lyrics

Homie put me on game now starts my reign

They tryna make me work but work ain't me

I belong in the streets with a fleet and some pay

I'm up so late fresh baked cocaine

All my ladies rather blow lines than blow me

I'm sippin on drank til I walk with a limp

My sinus fucked up so you know that I'm a pimp

I'm walking with the bag on to the next place

Shades on my Blade shit

On my stay payed shit

Junk in my room everyday staycation

Rolling in my leather jacket that's my flirtation

Bending corners tight cuz I'm on a fuckin mission

Visions of red so I gotta stay sippin

Visions of red even though I'm crippin

Visions of red so I gotta stay sippin

Visions of red even though I'm crippin

Call me on the phone

Call me on the phone

Don't you call me on the phone

Don't you call me on the phone cuz I love to be alone

(freestyling in loft)

I'm in a motherfucking nose like a smell

I don't give a shit I show I don't tell

I'm in a motherfucking nose like a smell

I don't give a shit I show I don't tell

Ehheh

I'm on that shit again and I'm trying to get the yuan

Don't you try to tell me how to live my life or make amends

I do fine for myself I make the ends

And I'm patient someday you'll find me in benz

I stay true I stay cool to me

I don't need your opinion cuz it's poo to me

I move loosely

And my baby boujee

Yeah I just want eat your coochie

And fight with you if we get moody

Yeah save up all my looseleaf

And last night I had good sleep

I running from the coppers

Cuz I just freaking love to speed