H.Y.B.

歌詞

Listen, baby I've got news I've got bad news for you And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah Pray the dogs never die, yeah Forty-two come alive, yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife I'm allergic to cap I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in Some shit I designed, but Italians callin' 'em Indy 5000s Or maybe five hundred I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (Uh) My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles They gon' see I'm the one A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?" (Uh) I never been known to take those Your girl saw me and her face froze You better be lucky I'm faithful Please test me, I ace those My money been growin' like eight fold, uh But you know how I hate goals I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh) I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll Word to Puma, I've been gettin' Pesos My account like the end of a rainbow Every time that I spit it's a flame throw Me, Bas, and Cench, it's NATO And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah (Skrrt) Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah Pray the dogs never die, yeah Forty-two come alive, yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner The way that I live, I'm preparing for hell I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me 'Cause I been airin' your girl If I get some top, we can take the chase 'cause we know the area well Thank God I'm not far off a hundred Ms, I gotta thank Ron Perry as well I don't even know why they stepped in the ring A few seconds in and they're throwin' the towel in When we pull into the town, neighbours sayin', "How the hell they get them houses?" Now I'm in some different locations, I don't even know how to pronounce them Award shows, I bring my pouch in, I ain't even pullin' out my- I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63 I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all three The back so big and we all gassed up, how the fuck did she fit in them Diesel jeans? I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league Oh, please, it ain't even a equal beef At least hit man in the abdominal, bro, it don't even count if below the knee Block life, chillin' with a horrible ho, she gonna get down and blow the team Me and the guys was borrowing clothes, like, "Bro, let me hold that coat this week" Now it's after hours, I've shutdown Harrods, I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah Bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah Pray the dogs never die, yeah Forty-two come alive, yeah Hide your bitch, hide your wife