Armani Caesar, Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks - Hunnit Dolla Hiccup lyrics

Uh huh a caese, the motherfuckin' diva
Yo y'all know what the fuck goin' on ayo

I'm screamin', "Fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches)
To them fuck bitches (Fuck bitches)
I'm up, bitches
No Doz, what, bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle 38, goons in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I does, it gets done
(Woo) it's it's that real
(Uh, huh) , pussies stay mad still
I just light up your ave and pop me an Advil
(Uh, huh) it's Louis 'stead of Goose now
Hundred dollar hiccups (yeah)
They say I got the juice
Now like I murked Bishop (Grrah)
My only competition starin' at
Me in the mirror (What up?)
Mama told me not to grow up fast
I ain't wanna hear it
(Man, I don't wanna hear it)
Got a team of bad bitchеs
(Uh, huh) , when they pass
Get thе shivers (What else?)
Cut up bad, get the scissors
When the cash get delivered, huh?
(Ha) don't catch feelings, I catch flights
(I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas of no type (Nah)
You the ho type, I'm the dough type (Uh, huh)
Murder scene Caese
Killin' all the shit y'all ghostwrite (Aha)
Chain where the titties be
(Titties) , bag where the blicky be (Uh, huh)
On some chill shit
But this MAC on a killin' spree
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me?
(Ah, fuckin' jokin' me?)
Bitches wanna clique with me
(The Butcher comin', nigga)
'Cause they really scared to be my enemy
(Yo, yo)

I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop?
I didn't bring this gat out slapbox (No)
Rappers gon' fold like laptops (Laptops)
I represent for all the have nots (Have nots)
Coaches don't joke with the mascots (Uh, uh)
I just pick who take the last shot
(Last shot)
Two hundred grand on the coffee table
Covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip and get some raw for sale
I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell you
Though I'm feelin' like a star
I remember when a nigga had it hard as hell
(Hard as hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my scars'll tell (Ah)
Let me welcome niggas to the Terrordome
This the GxF marathon
Every member got carats on (All of us)
We run this shit, so we share batons
West had it, passed it to Conway
I got to watch how it was carried on
(I watched) very strong, every bar
Kept his foot on niggas' necks very long
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all
But I knew that I would bury y'all
(I knew it) 'Mani up and the game got
Her prepared for y'all (Nah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' niggas (Uh)

Fly by you in the Cullinan
(Haha) , just left the plug again (Woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man
(Haha) , the money runnin' in (yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside the pot
I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my nigga Woke, he five summers in
(Free Big Woke) playin' with her pussy in
The Hellcat, I'm like, "Cum again"
She like, "I wanna go upstairs, " I'm like
"I want a hundred bricks" (Ha ha ha)
You know I'm on God time, wrist time
Brick time, south side, barbershop
Parkin' lot fed cameras outside (yeah)
And they was patient (They was patient)
They was waitin' (They wanted us bad)
They was watchin' us like
Everybody Loves Raymond (Ha ha ha)
My young boy hangin' out the Corvette
Sprayin' (Brrt, bap, bap, bap, brrt, bap)
Ah, Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back stampin' stoves on kilos
For real (For real)

Haha stove know what I'm sayin'?
And, and I gotta give it to her
Because I seen her grow and blossom
So as a woman, to an
Artist, to an entrepreneur, and
Her building her own brand
Us all being successful
Then she teaming up with us
So I seen that in real time