HBK (feat. Vae Vanilla & ShutUpShy)

Huh

Hit the club, fuck it up

I'm that **** who get money

By the way, don't call my phone talkin' 'bout a pint

I sell 'em by the case

I be bangin' on that trap, still can bust down your bank

Trap smell like dank, stove smell like Clank

Yes, I sell dope, can't you tell by the 'fit I got on?

All pros, all a **** want so I dog hoes

HBK, I break hearts

Fuck her and her friend, make them split parts

I'm the one who put her in her bag, now she shit talkin'

Listen

I done made fifty racks just off shit talkin'

****, literally

Check my DistroKid, bitch, it's 50 G's on there

Spent it all on drug money (Uh), bought a couple strikers for them boys to drill somethin'

I ain't never been broke, five racks, that's kid money

Got a line for girl and boy, my best friend a dope junkie

I was trappin' out a motel before you found a hustle (Boy)

Island Boys, we done turned up

Island Boys shit, all the hoes wanna fuck us

I be fuckin' ****' hoes of course, I can't trust one

I ain't talkin' Tee, but the Glock came with one-up

You can't say you smokin' opps until you bust one

Boy, get off my phone, get in the field 'cause they up one

No Call of Duty, you ain't made a kill yet?

No excuses, if you lackin', you can scoop this Kel-Tec

**** goofy, barkin' on the 'net, you get no respect (At all)

Need my **** mind on a check, not the internet

I grab CCs, Slide Jam, AP, EZ

You can't get no pros with me, I'm eatin', greedy

VVs, colors jumpin' at you like it's 3D

Ridin' through the mountains of the islands, you can't reach me

Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring

Leave a message at the beep, please

Can't get a bag off

Bet she can blow a bitchs backwards

Throw the bag to Dmoss, she so quick to catch a package, oh, the bitches mad

That the youngins blew past 'em

I take Visas, Masters, Cash App and faster

I take everything you got, I want you dry

Come through anywhere, I step foot in like this bitch is not so dry

He wanna take me to the island, I'm like, "Yessir"

I'm carryin' a wagon with my legs first so

If you get behind it, put in leg work

I was an honor-role student, put your head first

I be thinkin' out the box, you bitches livin' there, homies

I was makin' bitches sick before '19, Corona

I'm the fuckin' blueprint, bitches the same, synonyms

If I can't hit that bitch, my brother can, twinnem

They wanna see your baby at the bottom so I'ma win again

No, bitch, don't make me turn into that heartbreak kid again

My brothers want me in that field for real

I just wanna pop my shit, they pop pussy and pop pills

Anything a **** don't wanna do, damn

Anything a **** don't, I ain't trippin', my pops will (Uh)

Not too much, though, we up, though

Yeah, bitches ridin' waves, I'm switchin' up flows

I figured since I paved the way, I'd let you hoes know

They like, "Can we get a chance?" I'm like, "Ho, no"

Damn, hold on

The last line after me, so you bitches gon' wait forever

Size ten up on my feet, bitch, I'm steppin' over your steppers

A thirty-inch up in my weave and he pullin' it like a lever

How the fuck did I take over? Y'all've been rappin' since like eleven

I'm givin' these **** hell, they want seven minutes to heaven

Get on your knees and bow down since you prayin' for a blessing

You need a wristband to get in, ain't no guest list

She like, "You think you got it all?", bitch, you guessed it

I might check my catalog then check your checklist

They like, "All she need is some ice, tuck that necklace"

Bitches can't address me, they cap fitted

New bag came with some new racks in it

Yeah, that's a cool stash, but it's a cash difference

Okay, she got a cute ass, but I heard tats missing

I'm like, "He a cool cat, but I'ma wax ****"

What's-her-name ain't on her shit, that sound like bad business (Blah, blah)