Hilltop Whopper (feat. Slink D & H.T.P Trip)

I'm a hilltop whopper, lil' bitch, you know the deal I might buy a 10-mo if you left on the seal Had to learn how to jug in that house on the Hill This fly shit just in me, I can't tell you How it feel I could never be a scammer, baby, I'ma cash Out You should never throw no stones if you in A glass house I know niggas hate my wrist, cause that bitch Is bust down Smokin' out the bag, I might blow the whole Pound Flyer, then a pilot, noble island, no love For the fake ones I'm retired, miss me with the frenzies I ain't buyin, I gotta keep this money, multiplyin, uh Three-five in the wood, half a ticket for the Bentley Still drove it to the hood, nigga, yeah My life lit, man, this shit crazy Fuckin' bad hoes, smokin' daily, lately Feel like I pay my dues, now I'm the man, I'm Just sayin' Damn, a nigga was broke, now I got bands I got bands Long as a nigga got money, what's a friend Understand Run it then run it up again, and again, that's The plan I'm a hilltop whopper, lil' bitch, you know The deal I might buy ten more if you left on the seal Had to learn how to jug in that house on the hill This fly shit just send me, I can't tell you how it feel I could never be a scammer, baby, I'ma cash out You should never throw no stones if you in a glass house I know niggas hate my wrist, cause that bitch is bust down Smokin' out the bag, I might blow the whole pound Trappin' day and night like the man on the moon Might take a wife, put the bitch in cancun Then catch a flight, leave the bitch in the room If money's the bride, on the way, I'm the groom Drippin' like a nigga just stepped out the pool Diamonds on wet, call me trip-typhoon Bitch, I'm straight like the clock at noon Too many bells, not enough room Two phones on, but I still miss calls Rest in peace squizzy, man, I miss my dawg If AC was here, he'd pull your card Eight hundred for the nikes, but they fear God Yellowstone's cloudy, London fog LOL, this nigga's a fraud Flexin' for the gram, he ain't even got a car I should be a legend, I've been a hood star Don't take no pic of me, bitch I don't f*ck with the gram unless I'm weighin' it Smokin' out the whole pound of gas Cause I be needin' it She want me to cuff, I know it won't last I can't police the bitch, I'd rather flip me a brick Before I swipe and hit a scammer lick Hazel rode the Messiah I am ballin' like Tyla Five grams and a Dutchmaster Niggas think I'm a liar Goddamn, I'm on fire Niggas thought I retired Seein' Lil' Chris run it up That's the type of shit I admire Real niggas are back now All you niggas expired I've been grindin' my whole life I don't ever get tired I don't ever take breaks All I do is smoke cakes You can say what you want about me I can f*ck with no fake Smokin' big blunts back to back Tell these bitches I'm Drake It ain't about what you spend It's all about what you make Make it do what it do I don't have no boo I'm a ghost like power Hazel Road Club Truth