Huey lyrics

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumpin' 'em, f*ck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and an ambulance came
The first time, which ain't fast if you Los Angeles-raised (n*gga)
My b*tch say the spliff take the soul from me (Ayy)
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the f*ckin' beat up like it stole from me (Yup)
You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (b*tch)
I'm off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early, running with n*ggas who cold runnin' sh*t
The wins like lotion: He get 'em, he gon' rub 'em in
Critics pretend they get it, and b*tches just don't f*ck with him
I spent the day drinkin' and missin' my grandmother, just
Grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it
Or Colt .45 in it—you know how I get it
I'm toastin' myself, and a toast to all my n*ggas
And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick 'cause I can't focus so well

[Outro: Paloma Elsesser]
And now, a formal introduction