Hodgy - DLX lyrics

[Produced by Left Brain] [Verse 1] My fire scorching, it's red People raining on my name, can't change a scorpion's prayers n***as tryna' sue a younging at an unfornuate bread Told my son that I'ma k** till every portion is dead I mean that, back when I was his age, my momma would tote the switchblade Cause out in Trenton, n***as wasn't b**h made When I grow up, I'ma get paid and treat everyday like it's a big day And have all these hootchies ride my dick, like a big wave Smoke till my mind gone Some where else, in a different time zone HB baby, he gon' get his shine on Worry about what I'm on, n***a what are you on? Food 4 Less and coupons greyer than the news, uh You hating on the truth, uh My minds gone, the roofs gone Tahoe and the coupe How about 80, what it do? uh I'm hot like when your food come Me and music having two sums On the cool drums, cruising through slums Windows crack cause I blew one My flame is torched and it's blue I'm going to the source of course to get my Pepé Le Pew All these n***as talk like hoes, don't wanna step and dispute Cause my presence bulletproof and we destined to shoot, rahh [Hook] I do it to the fullest I do it to the fullest n***a, I do it to the fullest I do it to the fullest b**h, I do it to the fullest I do it to the fullest Little homie, I do it to the fullest I do it to the fullest [Verse 2] I'm practicing on my ba** guitar And tucking Mary Jane to sleep in a Cuban cigar My n***as talk when there is beef, man, I put that on God Rest in peace, I hold my piece Between the sheets like Isla She come with more than one freak, I'm all about variety Moving silently, quietly, hybridly, no dividing me If I go, I'm going violently, rioting fragrant firing I'm the n***a for the job you should be hiring Got a good heart corrupted mind that needs some rewiring But I do my deeds when needs are met which makes me inspiring n***as deals f**ed up mad at us, you shouldn't have signed no contract While I'm on tour running wild in Australia like a wombat Golf Wang tom cat, said you dropping bombs Well motherf**er, where your bombs at? I blow, where your time map? And record it on the time lapse 'X' marks spot, n***a, Imma find that, you better recline back And take a chill pill this the motherf**ing climax Word to real is steel, turning tables getting highjacked These n***as know the deal and you hiding behind the blind fact [Hook] [Outro] Look out for me lil homie