Hully lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
(Um, Reuel, stop playing)
No f*ckin' cap, stop playin'
I'm done
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin'
Back in that one bag
Huh

[Verse]
I'm done sayin' I'm done playin', I'm a pit
Wilt Chamberlain, I can drop a hundred on a kit
And I know magic, I can turn an onion to a brick
I ain't never by myself 'cause I ride with my blick
Huh, when you see them strikers outside, it's a hit
I done lost fights, still'll hit a n*gga in his sh*t
I be outside everyday, chillin' in my kit
New 'fit, fresh as sh*t, make the b*tches throw a fit
Get your tongue shot the f*ck up thinkin' I'm a lick
Bein' broke made me sick, man, that sh*t made me itch
I done took so many L's (Huh?), time to get a win
I be hittin' other n*ggas' hoes when I want revenge
I pray God let me in even though I sin
I get money, go to sleep, wake up, do it again
I don't know how I ain't fat yet when I eat the most
I know all the killers love me, that's why I keep 'em close
I told Hutch bless me with a brick, not a ki' of coke
I heart all the b*tches that ain't f*cked me when I was broke
We be all outside with the jewelry on
Hit the woof, make a call, then the woof be gone
I got blow, I got 'bows and hoes, I got two, three, fours
In the 650, same car as the Lukey song
When your b*tch give me head, I put it on cruise control
I just do that to make sure I don't lose control
If I get mad at you, I'ma sl*t your b*tch out
My young n*gga don't never leave the brick house (Huh?)
If it's on the floor, he gon' air that b*tch out
The hook lookin' for that white, b*tch, get out, huh
I wasn't always ballin', I had to sit out
Wild man yellin' at his young n*gga, push that sh*t out
I'ma stack a hundred M's, do it again, that's what this sh*t 'bout
Huh, I seen n*ggas gettin' to the cheese, I couldn't miss out
Huh, I be gettin' money, they can't stand it
Every time I make another ten, rubber band it
You be runnin' off on n*ggas, you a bandit
Hm, he ain't stand in no business, so I banded
I be hittin' other n*ggas' hoes, that sh*t random
Me and Fler, Kiki, and the pros, we a tandem
He wanna pay the lows for the 'bows, I'm a gandem
Come here, lil' baby, talk to me, where your man at?
If you ain't got no pus*y for me, where the head at?
Young black n*gga ridin' in a red Scat
Always chase my rear views, where the feds at?
If I ain't somewhere gettin' money, then I'm layin' back, no cap, huh
I'm on that
If we knock his head off, it ain't gon' grow back
I like to ice my b*tch tab, then her whole neck (Huh)
What I want more than pus*y? Some more checks
If I ain't gettin' no money, I don't want sex
I don't break her down, I move weight now, BowFlex
Skilla, where you've been? Where you at? I'm where the pros at
I'm probably somewhere with your favorite ho havin' G.O.A.T sex
Hm, baby, don't tell on who we was f*ckin', they don't know that
Hm, before you open up your mouth, baby, close that
If you open up your mouth, hit the road, Jack
I done lost friends and money, where my pros at?
Huh, I don't want no hoes, bae
No refund on drugs, I ain't takin' nose back
You was gettin' smacked up, you ain't never sold smack
If I don't make five thousand, I ain't goin' home, Jack
No cap, huh, I said no cap
Let my dreads hang, I ain't wearin' no hat
Hm, put my balls on the plane, they get flown back
I look like a civilian, they don't know I'm on that
I'm on that, huh, I say I'm on that
If it don't got no money for me, I don't wanna go back
n*gga play me, pull the clippers out, push his 'fro back
They gon' zip him up or stitch him up and try to sew that, huh
[Outro]
You know that
Skilla Baby