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C-d-o-t, man Honcho (Noah in his bag, bitch) Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm Honcho gang, see, y'all already know what the f*ck goin' on (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) Man, it's still a motherfuckin' takeover (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) I'm in this bitch, chain danglin', you know what the f*ck goin' on Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep Got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp) Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow) We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn) How I run to that money, I shoulda been sore, uh-huh I hit a lot of hoes, you prolly know 'em Better yet one of 'em probably is yours (huh) Nah, I'm lyin' I knew she was yours I was on IG, I hit that explore I know why niggas don't like me I been stuffin' my dick in the hoes they tend to adore (huh) It ain't 'bout money, I tend to ignore She can't suck dick, I tent to ignore Run in your crib, we finna explore Whatever pop out we drop to the floor (grraow-grraow) Yup, smokin' exotic, zip and a pint in my door Call me Honcho the Plumber Finna come lay down pipe on your whore Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm Ayy, man, look (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) This shit just really gettin' started, man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) When I say it's still a motherfuckin' takeover (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) It's still a motherfuckin' takeover This shit finna be goin' on all day Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep Got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp) Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow) We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn) And I'm dripped from the bottom up Yo' ho tryna give that lil' bottom up (ew) 4-4 Bulldog, don't make me walk him up They prolly'll eat him up You can put all y'all jewelry together To one of my pieces, it ain't enough I might hit both of them bitches together 'Cause one-on-one with them just ain't enough (ew) You say you get money, ain't got shit to show It ain't addin' up Play with that money, We'll find you Like they unlockin' a iPhone, they slidin' up (skrrt) Yo' ho let me get right behind her, she a freak She askin' me, can I tie her up But to be honest, I'm tired of her So as soon as that money hit me She can know it's bye-bye to her Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm Ayy, man, I'm done talkin', man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) I'ma let everythin' speak for itself, man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) I'ma let my work speak for itself (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) I'ma let the ice speak for itself (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm) See them bitches talkin' a lil right there Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep Got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp) Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow) We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn)