Hamood

Put ice in my cup and drink up Up up up up up up Up Up Up Put ice in my cup & drink up Put some tabs on my tongue & flicker Call me HAMOOD means I'm her sweetener Sugar rush Peak on candy flippers Shit too drip I brought my slippers Beat got lit'er, Flow got sicker Team got ill'a, Shoot to kill'a Heaters on line man the list get bigger Say I lost touch, Well I beg to differ Touch the source & em haters shiver Chef these beats, Michelin criterion Go eat shit & cry me a river See things clear, Show no fear Whatever Whatever, I make it all disappear Rocket off to the sphere ,Losing out in my interest While they all talk shit , Ditch em all in the distance Then put em in the scope Yo my boy dat shit too dope Team geared up & on the road When we pull up in dis bitch Turn em all into ghosts Yea I put em in the scope Yo my boy dat shit too dope You talk that shit no microphone When I pull up in this bitch Turn em all into ghosts I found the stem of my energy Give a f*ck if they ain't pleased by it See them adding up the numbers round me & the answer getting too biased So I will never let them figure me Touch my heart & it get all prickly One foot out but I'm only semi free Shark tank ink in your face if you f*ck with me Whatever Whatever I put the pieces together Chop em to salad, Smoking on greener Stone cold believer, You evil, Get down Gonna clean up this mess, One time and I'm out Then put em in the scope Yo my boy dat shit too dope Team geared up & on the road When we pull up in dis bitch Turn em all into ghosts Yea I put em in the scope Yo my boy dat shit too dope You talk that shit no microphone When I pull up in this bitch Turn em all into ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts I put em all in the Scope Scope Scope Yeah Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts I put em all in the Scope Scope Scope yeah