FRENCHIE - Hunnit Thousand lyrics

[Intro] Squad! Uhhhh (DAYUM SON WHERE'D YOU FIND THIS?) Three 6 Mafia [Hook: Frenchie] My b**hes bring me your whole stero-status I run this trick from Juicy J to Project Pat, uhhh Gold teeth, playing music, bussin' slabs Sippin' that drank, that put me on my back Yeee, I'm a hunnit thousand, my swagga hunnit thousand I made a hunnit thousand, off that public housin' A hunnit thousand, I'm so one hunnit mane Brick squad, thats what I'm yellin' mane [Verse 1: Frenchie] Bandz A Make Her Dance, Juicy J's her dad I'm in the hood, like Project Pat I'm sipping dat drank, that drank leave a n***a so low, low I'm taking your b**h, like limbo I make her go low, low Bricksquad losing, that ain't common sense Ever since shirt off, I've been seeing common sense Sippin' on some sizzurp, I want her I'm gon' get her Your man just checked your phone, and he just saw my picture [Hook: Frenchie] [Verse 2: Project Pat] n***as say they keep it real, yeah real police When these mothaf**ing foney sh** ever sees [?] Look you s**as in yo eyes while the burners raise While you pleading for your life, shoot you in yo face [?], or to the opposition A n***a run up with yo pack, or they own yo snitch on Out the kitchon, a hundred thousand money flip on All this rattin' out here mane, gon' make me start pip on [Hook: Frenchie]