Hypa - Honest lyrics

[Intro] South Jane (South side) CG Shoutout my n***a Hypa (its Hypa) My n***a GK And my n***a Murda I'm just being honest man If you want a problem man We can solve it man [Verse 1: S Loc] I'm straight from the south I'm just being honest From the late to the plex Is where you find the finest We some 187 k**ers I'm just being honest Real crip crip crip sh** You can call us sonic Shoutout my broski Yeah they call him sonic Run up on you quick n***a Super sonic South jane is where we Smoke the loudest Moneys on the (?) So thats where you find us Trap house for days I'm just being honest Looking like a bum But we got thousands Momma ask me When I'm going to stop the madness Told her when i get a mountain Thats when ill stop it I had to tell the truth I'm just being honest My girl thinks I'm cheating I had to tell her stop it I met the b**h at the strip club Called Diamonds I had to tell the truth I'm just being honest Boy spitting flames She giggled then told me to stop it She reached for my dick I grabbed her I told her stop it I love the money We can split the profit All i need to know Is that you on it Call after call I'm just being honest Make sure you bring it back Or they'll be problems Get my main C Dawg to Come and stock you Tell me the room number Someone will off you South side CG sh** I'm being honest Complexs are the real jungles They the f**ing opposite Like Hypa said You don't want to be my f**ing target Eight o'clock curfew I'm just being honest Four straps Two n***as hit Thats your problem We some f**ing hitters Thats how we solve it I turn up off them pills I'm just being honest But if i want you Ill take a shot and be on it Rolling through the streets (?) like stop it Ran (?) and push the off bu*ton n***as think they something If they caught something It wasn't your beef n***a Stop fronting [Verse 2: Hypa] BMG Stop fronting wow(2x) That money Why my n***as on I'm just being honest True down to the feet I'm just being honest My skin got j**ellery I'm just being honest BMG up next I'm just being honest I'm the best in the dot I'm just being honest I got a gun on me I'm just being honest (?) bust it if you n***as want it God bless(3x) Free (?) I'm just being honest Free (?) I'm just being honest Free (?) I'm just being honest Free south side I'm just being honest We cripped up (?) god ill murder ya GK, S Loc, Murda Fresh boy and (?) He's a sever I'm just being honest(2x) S Loc is my n***a to d**h I'm just being honest (Murda) BMG I'm just being honest [Verse 3: Murda] I'm just being honest You say you want me Come get me I got it Truthfully Ill hit you up S Loc ridding He'll hit you up I'm honest to the game My (?) Come to my hood You know i got this weapon Smith and wesson Gon teach you a lesson I'm honest I ain't lying n***as know I'm on the block Spitting sh** n***as know i ain't lying Pull up on your block Blow shots Hear the sirens When i let the sh** blam You got f**ing drop I'm from the complex We don't talk To the cops You see me rolling Know i got that f**ing Glock When i load it And i co*k it back Let it f**ing pop n***as know i rep this sh** Till i f**ing drop CG teared it out my hand I rep this sh** I get it quick Like that And pull up on you And off gats n***as know i got it on me Four five compact Free my n***a dollar In the bin you know that Imma let that sh** spray Any day Hit you in your brain While ill switch lanes I'm from the south side You can call it f**ing jane When i pull up on you Slide up on you when i twist your brain Know I'm insane My name is Murda I got that burner 16 in the game And i let it slap See you on your back Ah