Some More

We gon' hit the mall

Yeah, we gon' hit them stores

We gon' blow some bands, yeah

We go get some more

Yeah, we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

(Hello, thank you, come again)

Shout out, my **** Hoodo

(This Chicago, ****)

Gotti, what up?

We mean business

Tay Nine

Rest in peace to my brother, LA

We gon' hit the mall

We miss you, bro

Yeah, we gon' get some bands

Yeah, we gon' hit the mall

And we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

Hey, we gon' hit the mall

Then we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I know more

I'm all about my bands

Paper cuts on hands

I'm rocking with my day one

What's up with your new friends?

You down to fuck or what?

Lil' homie, what's the plan?

Ain't talking that six hunnid shit

I may not understand

My **** packing heat, all of them KOD

Oh, we might be in traffic

Still ain't had shit to eat

'Cause I've been off them beans

Hoe prolly off the deuce

I swear, I love rolling

Those Molly's how we do

I'm LA, who are you?

Six hunnid, that's the crew

Goddamn, I look designer

My bitch and Jimmy, too

But I don't have a wife

She my bitch for the night

If she was catching bodies

Then it might be alright

Got lean all in my Sprite

We end it every night

We young, living savages

We move with the pipe

We gon' hit the mall

Then we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

Then we gon' hit the mall

Then we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

We gon' tear down Lennox

And fuck up every store

I be cruising in on foreigns

You can't catch me in no Ford, naw

We gon' hit the strip club

Once all in on the floor

Bitches shaking ass and screaming

"We want more, we want more"

I'm six Huncho to the core

Six hunnid thousand in the drawer

Since we jumped up off that porch

Six hunnid counties, where we tour

All designer, what I want is sure right here cost me 'bout 4

I've been out the top

I drop it, you know I don't use no doors

Bitches I can't woo this hate

Huncho Hoodo is who I be

Say she wanna ride with me

Because my car cost 'bout a key

But my shit don't take no cake

I be walking on them Ps

I got bands all on my wrist

And I ain't talking VIP

Nah, we gon' hit the mall

And we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

Yeah, we gon' hit the mall

Then we gon' hit them stores

Then we gon' blow some bands, yeah

Then we go get some more

And we gon' hit the club

Yeah, we gon' take the floor

It's all about finessing, my ****

I need more

Pull up on a bitch, hello

They rising with they style

Good girl, we can smoke some loud