Dj Ill Will - Hnhh Cypher lyrics

(Kid Ink) I said its kid ink baby turn to the max like tj body tagged up like the bottom of the free way game don't like it n***as need to get a key made run this sh** it aint nothing but a relay it ain't nothing you can tell us bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's this ain't no how i act like summa going head up with me bring a motherf**in helmet you n***as just special ed all i see is green but my eyes so red and all i do is win got a room full of clouds bout to take another shot but I'm used to the fouls i ball it you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni throw it up 2 to the south tell them deuces just put 2 in the air so sick said it must be the flu in the air if you do it big then i prolly did it od thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed swear i was raised by beats like moblique came from the bottom rats in the roaches now n***as blunts aint as fat as my roaches bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher I'ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over (Meek Mill) They were sleeping on me Time for me to wake them up Counting all these f**ing babies till I get a paper cut k** the competition now ? then I make them up Only time we Black and Yellow when the caution tape is up ha, that record dead memory of spitting that crack this really is d** theres hate in the air I ain't feeling the love you like an irritating fly I'm k**ing your buzzzzz I'm eating the beat this is pacman I'm on the grind like a motherf**ing lap dance shorty gonn' do whatever says shes a rap fan Every n***a round me Robin, Batman All black coupes All black wheels step out the line ima show you how that mac feel I'm like she ? in the corner of that backfield ? or get your motherf**ing cap pilled? rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood let my money do the talking I aint gotta say Im good Who is that I ain't gotta say I would riding like an engine b**h I ain't gotta say I'm hood I tell a hoe to follow me and swallow me I be spending money like I f**ing hit the lottery If I ever hit your girl then this is my apology These s**as they be tripping bout these b**hes trynna body me (Los) I'm about to go over round my arm lean a way that I could feel it now tali round my head Taliban knock the building down High co*k blocker I'm a fly top shotter In my all red rims like a high top Prada on my mommas mouth to the drama and lies would be gripping from my lips as I'm spitting that sh** that Osama be gripping hungry as a poverty stricken robbery victim where the rascals of waffles and chickens win the lottery ticket And your girl let me pop it in real life I beat it like they locked me in a room with the doctor that k**ed Mike I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights shine on the field now watch me k** all the field mice I'm anthrax you tampax I'm about to go Amtrax Jack Black black Jack got the track saran wrap stand back I'm slamming an antagonist slapping you f*ggots putting the can in a bandwagon swag of the century, mack and the bench of three I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually rappers they mention me boy I put this on my mother you'll end up interscope Im jus trynna warner brother still getting cheescake on these dummies deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this sh** and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this b**h (Tory Lanez)