Understand?

It's Kenny, all stars general

Bringing someone new

Cah you know we gotta supply the streets

Huncho, season two

Yo my dawg cut through

No, we never ever solo

My G that's a no-go

Got yaya in the bag

Its a no-go with my people

The flow is cold, that's fro-zone

Man I'm way past the ozone

Man I'm way past the postcodes

I need the money, a truckload

I don't really give a fuck though

Hating niggas, there's a lot of those

Money, money over all the hoes

Sucky, sucky then she got to go

She's lucky, lucky, yeah she got the pole

Funny, funny when they had the doe

Now I'm laughing, laughing 'cause they going broke

Laughing, laughing 'cause they going broke

Now under arrest, I ain't paying no fine, I ain't doing no life

I was out on the roads, I was tryna survive

My pops always telling me why

'Cause I been through some shit on the roads

These niggas are flying abroad

I was up in the city, the six is so pretty

No money, no money, I'm feeling so shitty

I was down but I'm up now

A boogie in the cut now

Free Milky, yeah he's locked down

Cleveland, yeah we got brown

Got the Xanax and we got loud

Got the Xanax and we got loud

Hit my phone for that uptown

Hit the phone for that uptown

Had a good sale, I call him Charlie Feen

Two and a half's no Charlie Sheen

Big buds, ammo light green

Too charged up to be the socket, B

Ready, ready, ain't no stopping me

Jump out your seats, no apology

Jump in the game, oh so properly

Giving out pills to the Xanny fiends

I just want all this money for family

Irrelevant people have doubted me

My G on my right and my left

That's Ramsey and Jamie they know how to handle beef

Well done with the hint of some pepper, no salad, please

Two summers ago yeah, I handled heat

Fell on my face, now I'm on my feet

My shoes are designer

They call me Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

Winter time, it's getting cold, I really, really need a burner

I pour up a four of the lean in the firmest

Smoke up and pour up and laugh at these clowns in the circus

My brudda got hella things you can purchase

Hella rocks like the surface

Gu-gu-guten tag, you in your German

Now you and your whip needs a service

We don't do shit with no purpose

I need a yard fully furnished

I'm gonna stay the same person

Got the Grey and the Goose, the Canadian Goose

The sauce is hotter than the furnace

Kentucky to us with the kernels

Got the 'chette in my thermals

We're really not into the verbal, I'm really not into the verbal

Really not into the verbal

Ay, I'm really not into the verbal

We're really not into the verbal

That was wavy

M Huncho is the name

Makin' everything sound slick, I like that

So as we move on, let's go on to gear two

Here's what I need you to do for me, my brudda

I need you to show the nation why they should listen to you

Cah you know, I know the waves

But the UK needs to know the waves

So where we takin' it?

Mubz got Beats

Smoking pots and greens, listening to Potter Payper

Seven days, had no sleep, I'll have it later

'Cause I'm out here

Been on the roads, been grinding late hours

Trap scam and finesse, money's got powers

But money's just a paper with a bitch's face on it

Hit him with the knuckles, watch his friends turn Sonic

Ironic, I was playing pool, feds barged in

I had an eight ball in my pocket

I work for myself, one plug, no socket

Dick hurt her throat, had to tell her buy some lockets

Smoke, smoke, smoke, man I backstrap rockets

Pack came under, had to call up for the docket

I keep it steppy, don't want the 5-0 clockin'

5-0, big jacket, it's in one of twelve pockets

Chatty-patty people, gotta block it

Better check it

I'm a gorilla in the mist, that's no lie

Coming like Mist, 'cause I'm so high

Old beef, I let it all slide, new beef marinated

Yeah, yeah, I still cook right

Look, it's gon' be alright

New year, new money, yeah it's gon' be so fine

It's gon' be so fine, it's gon' be so fine, look

Where's the biscuits? I need to up my glucose

My shoes used to rip man, I used to rob Shoe Zone

I'm still breathing, I can't complain

Once or twice a year I take a holiday

Look, but I'm still out on these streets

Kill two birds with one, I'd rather kill them with three

Used to shot hard, playlist on repeat

Gave it all up 'cause these feds had me deep

20% chip, 80% weed, 0% heart, 100% dick to this chick

Feelings and fuckerys, nah I ain't into them shits

I ain't into them shits

If you see Hunch then Joseph ain't far

If you see YB, Huncho's in the car

Hunch dont buy the bar

Hunch will buy the trap

Hunch will consign a nine and he'll never run it back, no way

Nah, he'll never run it back no way

Nah, he'll never run it back no way

Nah, he'll never run it back no way

Hunch will consign a nine and he'll never run it back

Huncho, you doin' 'em dirty like that?

Sick

Mubz got Beats

Mixtape Man it's the call to UK

We still rockin', it's Kelly, wassup

Over and out