​h2s Lyrics

[Intro]
Busy, busy, yeah, my lifestyle busy
Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin’ with me
Ridin’ with me, ah

[Verse 1]
Smart cars, no fast cars, I was pushin’ then
If I could start again, I’d do it all again
If I could choose my friends, I’ll do it all again
Could have been a millionaire, I couldn’t phone a friend
‘Cause we’re family and they got my back, that’s gladly
Conversations ’bout some Grammys, no awards, we’re talkin’ Grammys
Steppin’ into motives lookin’ swanky
Givin’ all these pretty bitches hella woody, hit their ass up with a spanky
Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky
I don’t need no kids ’cause these hoes, they don’t love me
The streets thеy don’t love me
My creator lovеs me so I’m hopin’ that He guides me
I’m havin’ nightmares full of fightin’ but it’s me against myself saying, “Fight me”
Battles with my soul, they wouldn’t understand the crime sprees
All the tag teams, to make this money lanky
I only followed you, you’re some eye candy
They wanna know the [?] why I always wear a bally
‘Cause the way I creep is tally, sorry, yeah, I crept was tally
Tallyin’ all these shots up in the mornin’, I’ll be real this life is borin’
Got a shot in ally pally
Bitches try to stress me out, they just silly Sallys
Nothin’ more important than family
For them I’ll give this up, I’ll do it gladly
Same way she just took off her panties
It all started from turnin’ raw dough to toasted bread
It all began from the time they cared about their cred
Panickin’, keep on runnin’ into feds
Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette
Let me start again, yo, my name is Huncho, no, I ain’t’ no cutthroat
If it ever came to that then you know that I’d be cutthroat
My bitch don’t know that I do music still I give her sore throats
Expensive jackets, goose coats, expensive jackets, moose coats, expensive jackets, fur coats
It’s all needed, yeah, yeah, ’cause these roads cold
Diggin’ through the dirt, I’m tryna find gold
Remember when I won from a fivefold
Same shit, just a different day
Same routine, now I turn up kinda late
‘Cause music ain’t a priority, gotta make a change
My brother got some youths, yeah, he needs some change
My brothers in the can, yeah, they need some change
Impersonators in this ting, yeah, they gotta change
Can’t blackball me, yeah, you gotta change
You know I ain’t a boy up in this fuckin’ game

[Bridge]
Busy, busy, yeah, my lifestyle busy
Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin’ with me
You see me, you see me
This industry can’t see me

[Verse 2]
I just made a oner
I just made another
Givin’ her the pipe like plumber
I will never cuff her
Smokin’ so much Stardawg
I’m reminiscin’ times with my dawgs in the summer
I’ve never been a next man’s runner
Had my own feet, that’s runner
Had to bag this grub, I was one up
Stinky ass yard, with mould on the come up
It’s rainin’ outside I stepped in when it was sun up
I stepped out twelve hours later, still sun up
God willin’, yeah, I get to pick my son up
Tired of tellin’ all these bummy jiggas get their funds up, funds up
Yeah, that’s my end of year sum up
Used to walk miles to my shot, that’s a milestone
Allergic reaction, I can’t be around Five-O
When they caught me up in watty now
I firmed gettin’ rushed that was my woe
I catch ’em on the rebound, yeah, it’s live-o
They’ve had their prime but everyone’s prime goes
Huncho, Optimus Prime though
This dick turned this ho into a psycho
Got this new pack and it’s avant-garde
Gettin’ feedback shots sayin’, “Oh, my Lord”
Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard
Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard
I pull up uninvited, no greetin’ card
I don’t think about them man, I disregard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard

[Outro: Zayn Malik]
Oh, you and I
You and I (Oh)
Oh
Oh, you