Cardo, Larry June, Payroll Giovanni, HBK Kidd - Intro lyrics
Ronald N. LaTour
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cardo, Larry June, Payroll Giovanni, HBK Kidd - Intro lyrics]
Yeah, Game Related shit, nigga
Check (Check) , numbers (Numbers)
Nigga, when you get it out the mud, nigga
Shit just feel different, nigga
You know I’m sayin’?
You don’t know how I feel now
’bout them mufuckin’ foreigns
Nigga, 2019 and shit, nigga, beatin’ they ass
You know what I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What’s hannin’?
Slidin’ through the TSA, I need all hunids
(yeah) lookin’ like the president
Black car pullin’ up
Stopped by the hotel, nigga had to freshen up
$400 dollar cologne
But that ain’t really nun’
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout they havin’ money
But they really frontin’
I ain’t really with the small talk, baby
Run it up (Run it up)
Gotta keep it movin’, if you stop
It’ll slow you up
Ten (Ten) , twenty (Twenty) , thirty, bitch, I need a hunid
Gotta move smart, gotta stay on your toes
(Stay on your toes)
Give a fuck what you talkin’
I need all of my dough (All of my dough)
Give a fuck ‘bout a show, I got six ways
(Six ways)
Give a nigga two months, and I’ma have eight
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) what’s hannin’? (Shit)
Sippin’ on a big mojito in San Diego (Ayy)
They know every verse I drop be fuego (Fuego)
Fuck all that lil nigga shit
(yeah) , we need big bank (Big bags)
Don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ‘bout
"Where the bitch at?" what’s hannin’?
4-1 never got a cap and gown, instead
I sold crack in pounds (Yuh)
In-between slappin’ brown
Never see me backin’ down
Now, we all legitimate
(yeah) , we onto bigger shit (Yuh)
Drink some Louis with me
$250 for a sip of this ($250)
Louis jeans, expensive kicks
Pullin’ off in tinted whips (Err)
Niggas flaked me, but honestly
I don’t give a shit (Fuck ‘em)
Never used a nigga name just
To gain a lil fame (Nah)
All you niggas
Male-groupies runnin’’round hella lame
(Hella lame) me? I’m in my own lane
Roley cost a whole thang (Yuh)
Get a hunid, move a hunid, nigga
That ain’t no thang (That ain’t shit)
I was on my knuckles, out of options
Then the load came (yeah)
By the time I was through with ‘em
Then some more came (Some more?)
Gotta watch your nigga that ain’t
Clappin’ ‘cause you’re bigger
Your nigga could be your killer
Then killers gone kill your nigga (Wack)
Move swift and cautious
Sold game around bosses (yeah)
Then, you too can get iced-chains and crosses
(Yuh)
Uh meet a person
If you talkin’ numbers – fuck the main line
(Nah) i know some niggas ballin’
And they strugglin’ at the same time (yeah)
I learned a lot of shit, so listen up
I’m givin’ game now
Just soak it up and don’t complain
About hearin’ the same rhyme
The bitch played me years ago to
Fuck with a lame guy (Huh)
Now, she wanna fuck? I’m cool now
Because she ain’t fine
A good game at, I’m beatin’ her by a par
Tinted-glass, all you see is diamonds
Blingin’ in the car (Bow)
A pistol on deck, I need it, I’m a star
Big 40 on my mans
And he gone bring it in the bar (yeah)
I’m scoopin’ up cheese
She gon’ bring it when I park
Then, do this shit tomorrow and
Repeat it after dark
The piece hit a dub and got
A finger ring on the way
Your bitch can’t stop thinkin’ how
This ding-a-ling gonna taste (Ha)
To have my hands, you’ll cut yours
I count Ben Franks
You count Mount Rushmore’s
It’s a difference, uh
Check (Check) , numbers (Numbers)
Nigga, when you get it out the mud, nigga
Shit just feel different, nigga
You know I’m sayin’?
You don’t know how I feel now
’bout them mufuckin’ foreigns
Nigga, 2019 and shit, nigga, beatin’ they ass
You know what I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What’s hannin’?
Slidin’ through the TSA, I need all hunids
(yeah) lookin’ like the president
Black car pullin’ up
Stopped by the hotel, nigga had to freshen up
$400 dollar cologne
But that ain’t really nun’
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout they havin’ money
But they really frontin’
I ain’t really with the small talk, baby
Run it up (Run it up)
Gotta keep it movin’, if you stop
It’ll slow you up
Ten (Ten) , twenty (Twenty) , thirty, bitch, I need a hunid
Gotta move smart, gotta stay on your toes
(Stay on your toes)
Give a fuck what you talkin’
I need all of my dough (All of my dough)
Give a fuck ‘bout a show, I got six ways
(Six ways)
Give a nigga two months, and I’ma have eight
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) what’s hannin’? (Shit)
Sippin’ on a big mojito in San Diego (Ayy)
They know every verse I drop be fuego (Fuego)
Fuck all that lil nigga shit
(yeah) , we need big bank (Big bags)
Don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ‘bout
"Where the bitch at?" what’s hannin’?
4-1 never got a cap and gown, instead
I sold crack in pounds (Yuh)
In-between slappin’ brown
Never see me backin’ down
Now, we all legitimate
(yeah) , we onto bigger shit (Yuh)
Drink some Louis with me
$250 for a sip of this ($250)
Louis jeans, expensive kicks
Pullin’ off in tinted whips (Err)
Niggas flaked me, but honestly
I don’t give a shit (Fuck ‘em)
Never used a nigga name just
To gain a lil fame (Nah)
All you niggas
Male-groupies runnin’’round hella lame
(Hella lame) me? I’m in my own lane
Roley cost a whole thang (Yuh)
Get a hunid, move a hunid, nigga
That ain’t no thang (That ain’t shit)
I was on my knuckles, out of options
Then the load came (yeah)
By the time I was through with ‘em
Then some more came (Some more?)
Gotta watch your nigga that ain’t
Clappin’ ‘cause you’re bigger
Your nigga could be your killer
Then killers gone kill your nigga (Wack)
Move swift and cautious
Sold game around bosses (yeah)
Then, you too can get iced-chains and crosses
(Yuh)
Uh meet a person
If you talkin’ numbers – fuck the main line
(Nah) i know some niggas ballin’
And they strugglin’ at the same time (yeah)
I learned a lot of shit, so listen up
I’m givin’ game now
Just soak it up and don’t complain
About hearin’ the same rhyme
The bitch played me years ago to
Fuck with a lame guy (Huh)
Now, she wanna fuck? I’m cool now
Because she ain’t fine
A good game at, I’m beatin’ her by a par
Tinted-glass, all you see is diamonds
Blingin’ in the car (Bow)
A pistol on deck, I need it, I’m a star
Big 40 on my mans
And he gone bring it in the bar (yeah)
I’m scoopin’ up cheese
She gon’ bring it when I park
Then, do this shit tomorrow and
Repeat it after dark
The piece hit a dub and got
A finger ring on the way
Your bitch can’t stop thinkin’ how
This ding-a-ling gonna taste (Ha)
To have my hands, you’ll cut yours
I count Ben Franks
You count Mount Rushmore’s
It’s a difference, uh