Old Hunnits
Eto
[Verse 1: Eto]
Kick down doors and crack ceilings
Leave ‘em on front street, at them back buildings
I don’t sit in the front seat, no hand to hand dealings
I be twistin’ the wood sheet, classic axe spillin’
You know my day ones cold as they come
Might throw in they towels, won’t throw in they guns
Had a long run niggas still couldn’t work with me
This is all city single action load on they thumbs
Money what, I used to rob nobody stuck me up
Funny fuck, my bitch got a new ass and a tummy tuck
Yup, that ain’t cost nothin’ my nigga
But it came from hard hustlin’ my nigga, since the Gumby cut
I bet he never seen a old hunnit
I bet his hands in the pot, he stole from it
That’s a slap in the face, I don’t care about catchin’ a case
We ain’t the same nigga