M.O.F
Chorus: Bitch, Lately niggas ain't addin' up. Police harassin' us. I just sit back and think about the past of us. Money I'm gone rack it up, make it rain she back it up. Money over fame I'm too real I'm not an actor, fuck. On my assassin shit, hittin' her shit like creed. I was fucking poundin' it, and smokin' on this OG. I ain't wanna cuff I wasn't ready to wear the crown n shit. She said I'm the one, but I don't wanna be her mans n shit. You know my diamonds dancing' you can look, but you can't have the shit. If you wanna try I'm not the one come n snatch my shit. Ima up the block, and bust you down like yo mans n shit. Don't forget yo gun cuz I like to bust, and make you dance for the blick.
Verse: My niggas pop out we gonna pull your tracks out bitch.
My niggas lock down we gone pull out a mac wit a dick. Ima slow down, and switch my flow on the track in this bitch. I rush for touchdowns, you rush to be in the ground in this bitch, i don't give no fucks now, You want my ex you can have that trick, Bitch we buss down, got some diamonds they dancing' n glist.
We gone walk em' down with a 42, my niggas gone blow, hope you catchin' bullets too.
I ain't even mean to take yo bitch I guess it was kinda rude, but if she not with me, then her ass is with the crew.
Like my name is Henry all I bring around is fuckin' danger, and these niggas be mad, and say my name in fuckin' anger, and I get the money you can say I'm a big gainer, and these niggas think they know me, but to me they just some strangers.
Ima up the blick, and just straight up blast yo shit. I just want some head nothin' else you a nasty bitch. I just fucked yo bitched I went fed, I'm not stopping for the feds. I get money. I get bread, stack it to the ceilin'.
Need a fan cause' I'm hot, rubber band it stuff it deep down in my sock, y'all niggas is some opps. I'll fuck around, and pop yo jaw.
Finna go ape shit better move fast or you get fried like bacon, ain't no mistaken all my brothers on my side on some grave shit. On some train shit if she want it then shit she can take it, on my gang shit for my brothers you already know I'm never betrayin'.
Wait hold on, listen to this. I'm stuck to my brothers just like a zit, these hallows so you know I definitely don't miss.
Ima pull up creepin'
Masked up like batman, cause' you know Ima get to robin, they startin' to think I'm dora cause' the way my bag be talkin', ain't beefin' with these niggas they all just be in the comments, and they sayin' I'm heartless I just started usin' my heart less, and these niggas gonna fold and I put em' in the garbage.
Chorus: Bitch, Lately niggas ain't addin' up. Police harassin' us. I just sit back and think about the past of us. Money I'm gone rack it up, make it rain she back it up. Money over fame I'm too real I'm not an actor, fuck. On my assassin shit, hittin' her shit like creed. I was fucking poundin' it, and smokin' on this OG. I ain't wanna cuff I wasn't ready to wear the crown n shit. She said I'm the one, but I don't wanna be her mans n shit. You know my diamonds dancing' you can look, but you can't have the shit. If you wanna try I'm not the one come n snatch my shit. Ima up the block, and bust you down like yo mans n shit. Don't forget yo gun cuz I like to bust, and make you dance for the blick.