On Da Floor (feat. EST Gee)

Made my first dime, I'm tryna join the Honey Bun Club I ain't even know how many times I just joined the Honey Bun You at every party but you ain't joined the Honey Bun Club (You got 70) ball, just touch it up, you'll join the Honey Bun Club For the commissary he just joined the Honey Bun Club Ain't sign with Lil Debbie, but he just joined the Honey Bun Club Dying with it before I join the 'I ain't have a gun' Club I can't get the pistols in the venue, I don't go in clubs Switch attached Rylo send a nigga to the doctor, they'll stitch him back Niggas be dick riding for clout tryna get known I don't know who took the shit off, but I put that shit on She ain't look like this just last month, hoe you doin' magic How they take the fat from out your arm and put it in your ass? She having more paper than her nigga, he wanna get married Everything you flexing she bought it, you should be embarrassed Boogies there to kill him, he think you pulled up to a show Shit get deep, I make lil' bro 'nem dress up like promoters Shit get deep, we ain't picture this, tryna pay us for a photo Red light, green light, hoe pull out your camera, that's a no-go We fuckin' on the low, you know that Do I gotta go? You know that See his opp' and you his bro? You know that Shoot you, up the score, you know that Heavy what I pore, you know that Don't fall out 'bout a hoe, you know that He'll tell again, you know that (yeah, yeah) He done told before That shit en route Just make sure you at the house Only way it ain't go how I say is if you tell a mouse I don't let 'em watch me, when I drop it, let my men throughout Beat it with a hammer, then I press it out If you learn this shit correctly you get an extra ounce Or free 2-3 Gs, if we braise it off your knee My OG used to smoke dirty ass cocaine inside his weed He still fucked while he breathe From his neck down to his knees Beggin' please for the same high Turned him to a feind I'm a big dog, these niggas pups to me They can't fuck with me Still connected with the Mexicans Pull up, drug trucks on me Driver charge a buck a piece, we duck police Take 'em on a high speed 'fore I ever tuck his weed, nigga, you know that We fuckin' on the low, you know that Do I gotta go? You know that See his opp and you his bro? You know that Shoot you, up the score, you know that Heavy what I pore, you know that Don't fall out 'bout a hoe, you know that He'll tell again, you know that He done told before (you know that)