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C-D-O-T, man! Honcho! (Noah in his bag, bitch) Mhm, mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm, mhm Honcho gang, see, y'all already know what the fuck goin' on (mhm, mhm, mhm) Man it's still a motherfuckin' takeover (mhm, mhm, mhm) I'm in this big chain, danglin', you know what the fuck goin' on Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep You got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up Speakin' of calling, it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn!) How I run to that money, I shoulda been sore (ahuh) I hit a lot of hoes, you prolly know 'em Better yet one of em probably is yours (huh) Nah, I'm lying I knew she was yours I was on IG, I hit that explore I know why niggas don't like me I been stuffing my dick in the hoes they tend to adore (huh) If I ain't bout money, I tend to ignore She can't suck dick, I Tinder ignore Run in your crib, we finna explore Whatever pop out we drop to the floor Yup, smokin' exotic, zip and a pipe in my door Call me Honcho the Plumber Finna come lay that pipe on your whore Mhm, mhm, mhm Ay, man, look (mhm, mhm, mhm) This shit just really gettin' started, man (mhm, mhm, mhm) When I say it's still a motherfucking takeover (mhm, mhm, mhm) It's still a motherfucking takeover This shit finna be goin' on all day Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep You got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up Speakin' of calling, it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn!) And I'm dripped from the bottom up Yo' hoe try to get that lil' bottom up 4-4 Bulldog, don't make me walk him up They prolly gon eat him up You can put all your jewelry Together to one of my pieces, it ain't enough I might hit both of them bitches 'cause together 'Cause one-on-one with them just ain't enough You say you get money, ain't got shit to show, it ain't adding up Play with that money, We'll find you like they unlockin' An iPhone, they sliding up (skrrt!) Yo' hoe let me get right behind her, she a freak She askin' me, can I tie her up? But to be honest, I'm tired of her So as soon as that money hit me She can know it's bye-bye to her Mhm, mhm, mhm Ay, man, I'm done talking, man (mhm, mhm, mhm) I'ma let everything speak for itself (mhm, mhm, mhm) I'ma let my work speak for itself (mhm, mhm, mhm) I'ma let the ice speak for itself See them bitches talkin' a lil right there Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep You got a problem with one of us You got a problem with all of us Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up Speakin' of calling, it's finna be yours Better respect me, or God finna call him up We gon' let every shell rip through your pores Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn!)