Hurda Dat

She off molly I put Jolly in my lean Aye I go binary for trigger They ain't heard of that I send canaries to my hitter Tell him muder that Why she keep asking how I'm feeling? Got no words for that And she gon' shake it To that mother fuckin' murder rap Stay in motion always going Had to swerve the cat If you can't get 'em send the lo You gotta lurk for that You can't keep fucking up the play You gotta burn a lap Keep that paper for the plate They gotta search for that I might swap the motor They cant stop the rotor On foot won't stop a soldier But they copy over I might got to know her I might got to show her Oh my god it's over Huh Shot like villa nova Uh She off molly I put jolly in my lean I said I can't see shit I need Visine 40 with a beam Come in purple or the green Shades and a ski Like it's blowing through the screen Man we had to click it I would rap to catch a ticket Matter fact to get it I would have to wrap a pigeon Talking packs I'm flippin' Go ahead and grab a guinness aye Man the Ac is tinted Ima have to grab that civic aye Give a f*ck if thats your mans cause he told Tryna hit me on the gram for a pole And he went and took the stand on his bro They said Eazy got them grams for the low I go binary for trigger They ain't heard of that I send canaries to my hitter Tell him muder that Why she keep asking how I'm feeling? Got no words for that And she gon' shake it To that mother fuckin' murder rap (Get it yeah) (Know that we gon' get it yeah) (Aye) (Eazy Ave where you at?)