Lust (feat. H.N.I.C Celix & 1luhtk)

H-N-I-C, we the best, nigga! We the best, nigga I love you, Huncho Hollup, hollup, hollup, hollup My young nigga hop out the coupe, you know that we slidin', ya And I can't f*ck with these hoes, cause these bitches be lyin' My new coupe got two doors, but bitch, we still slidin', ya Bitch, we still slidin', bitch, we still slidin' I hop on the beat and I geek Can't f*ck with these hoes, man, I swear they be weak You talk about my gang, I'm gon' tweak You talk about my gang, I'm gon' motherfuckin' tweak Heard you hopped in the game, bitch, I motherfuckin' leaped And I can't f*ck with niggas, I swear they be sweet You talk, I'll get hit with the heat, ya You talk, I'll get hit with that motherfuckin' heat That drake got a binary, know we OD And them bullets gon' hit your ass across the street And I'm with your bitch now, yeah, I got her so geek, ya I got her geeked up, yeah, bitch, I want the bands don't need love Yeah, I'm bout to just pour it up in my new cup Bout to tell lil, shawty, what's up Bout to tell lil, shawty, what's up You know that I'm pourin' it up, yeah I'm pourin' that wokhardt in my fucking cup Can't fold with these niggas, I swear they be ducks And I'm fuckin' yo ho man , I swear she a slut That hoe keep actin' out, so I told her she cut And I do not want love, bitch, I just want the lust Bitch, I don't want love, bitch, I just want the lust Bitch, I don't want love, bitch, I just want the lust You playin' in the game, she get hit in your gut Y'all fuckin' is hoes, she a lil' dirty slut Y'all are always talkin' that crazy shit, so she got cut Yeah, lil' boy want it smoke, he got hit in the neck I'm that nigga, bitch, give me my fuckin' respect Spent 500' on a brand new kill tech , yeah And my gang ain't comin' to stop, yeah I been cookin' shit up like a chef, yeah I'm shootin' shit front deep with fatty on me, bitch I feel like I'm Steph , yeah And if you end up on me, lil' boy, I promise your dumb ass gon' get dealt, uh Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Bitch, I don't want love, I just wanna f*ck Pop out on a hot nigga like what's up He was speakin' on me, he got put in a blunt I can't f*ck with these niggas, I know that he tell Oh, he speakin', okay, he must wanna see that I can't play with these boys, yeah, I'm tryin' to get rich I rip this shit up, this ain't counterfeit I done earned my stripes, nigga, I get that Mm, come through that bitch, trippin', uh Hot shit, make a nigga blow up, uh Think you a bully, lil' nigga, uh Come and run, don't try your luck, uh Like, really, I don't give no fucks, uh And all my niggas be facin', uh I'm ridin' around through I-20, uh And the cops can't even try to chase Yeah, these niggas been hustlin', we know that Let him play, he get pulled up with tough ass He ain't gonna blow it, tough ass, he listen, I'll give the boo-boo He ain't standin' on 10 and we knew that That boy ain't havin' money like no racks I can't chase it low, cuz I'm the catch Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whoa, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whoa, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whoa, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whoa, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whoa, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh