Honey Buns (feat. Krondon)

Let 'em know we live my ****, say somethin'

(Ay) Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

Check this shit out though

Real OPM, all money, in-type shit

Uh, might be too expensive for y'all lil' ****

Check this out though

I'm tryna ball like Jalen Rose

Go gold, buy a crazy Rolls

Crazy hoes, eye contact, and baby chose

I didn't tell her who I was, ****, baby knows

Yeah, it say Versace, but to me it's just a navy roll

Uh, she wanna rip the tag on it

I got dressed, threw on the OPM shirt with my dad on it, haha

Then I hit Crenshaw, yeah, then I ran into Kim, ah, shit

I might as well call her up and see what's happenin'

Do you got a man?

She said, "Why you askin'? You really don't care"

You **** is scandalous, 'cause I'm from Los Angeles

I know how to handle shit

Don't rap for no panelist, I might mack to a Spanish chick

And come to think of it, you're a terrible analyst

To think that **** wasn't finna get this money

I might pass your girl a joint and tell her, "Hit this for me"

And today's forecast say, "Bitch, it's sunny"

And never hate the west side, **** we gets money

Yeah, that's wussup, 'cause that's the truth

I got four cars, and all of 'em coupes

Two of 'em black, one of 'em blue

One of 'em white, wussup with some soup? Uh

These **** is sick, ay, my bitches is thick, uh

My pockets is fat, my name is legit

Like Meechie, I'm slick, like David, I'm quick

OPM till it's over, after that it ain't shit, uh-huh

Lyrically, I'm untouchable

Yeah, I'm wit' ya ho, ten toes blunted in a 600 Benz

Yeah, y'all **** don't want it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all **** don't want it

Mr. 7-Eleven, fuck Frank Drebin

Huh, the phony police, not the homie Kevin

Just rolled a seven, black Chevy revvin'

Yeah, I'm ridin' dirty, weed and my weapon

**** mad 'cause I'm goin' where they ho headin'

Slumped on the block, not learnin' your lesson

My prefession, stay finessin'

Fresher than them other rappers, look how they dressin'

Sent your girly to the store and rolled another one (Okay)

For a big bag of ice and some bubble gum (Okay)

She callin' me a **** 'cause she wanted one

And you softer than a hunnid pack of Honey Buns

Black Benz, black K, hunnid drums

(Damn, Honey Buns?)

Yeah, ****, Honey Buns

Lyrically, I'm untouchable

Yeah, I'm wit' ya ho, ten toes blunted in a 600 Benz

Yeah, y'all **** don't want it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all **** don't want it