H-Man, LX - Sucks To Be You lyrics
[H-Man, LX - Sucks To Be You lyrics]
Think I was done, lil’ bitch boy?
Just getting started, shit
I was busy playing with my new toys
Back now, and I’m on it, bitch
Fuck boys tellin’ me I’m fake, man
Say I got no honesty, huh?
Sucks to be you and your fake fans
Cause I’m done with the modesty, yeah
Made in the heat, with no AC
Played on the streets, where they raise beef
Tasted defeat, like a baby
Kept the receipt, and it sKept the receipt
And it made me quick on my feet, like I’m AB
Clutch and elite, like I’m KD
Best on the field, like I’m Brady
Sick with my rhymes, like I’m Shady
Fuck, I ain’t lyin’, look, I’m shaky
Wise with my speech, like I’m eighty
Dumb on the beat, like I’m Jay-Z
Eye on the crown, like it’s lazy
High on the sound, on the great leaf
Grind for the pounds, but in KGs
Wild with my hounds, like I’m Rabies
Shit that we on, leave you hazy
Word to my jawn, shit, where’s he?
Lost in the smoke, seein’ glassy
Ball till he broke, call em Jazzy
Fucks wanna know, "Where your ladies?"
Eye on my screen, lemme state, please
Just got a pic, and it's racy
Thong on your bitch, and it’s lacy
Sucks to be you feel my vibe
Coming through only rolling with the crew
Give a fuck about you huh
I been cooking in the stu
So you know what imma do hop on the track
Like a fucking jack rabbit
Bitches really fucking weird
Tryna kick me like a habit
I ain’t never giving up
But damn I done had it
Bout to make a couple bands
And get right back at it
Yeah I been sticking to the script
You niggas really make me sick
How you Claiming you a man
Poppin fly on the gram
You a stone cold bitch you going out bad
And It’s really fucking sad
But if you wanna talk shit
Imma hit you in ya mit
And put ya body in a bag
Now Listen real close cause I’m
Only gonna say this once if you want war
Then you better be toting some guns
My Arsenal is crazy you really
Will be tf done sucks to be you but damn
I’m having funaved me
Yeah, when you were busy
Bitchin’ bout no flights
I was busy cookin’ up this dope like
Long nights, gotta serve it to the folks like
No fights when this light in their hope pipe
Game of Thrones, bitch boys sayin’ pick me
"Pay my loans, I’m your own", so they hit me
Shit is toxic, man, call ‘em Britney
I don’t wear the crown, but it fit me
Fuck bout your bitch, and your fake friends
Fuck bout your crew, and your fake trends
Luck got me through, I ain’t make friends
Fuck, broke the rules, when they ain’t bend
Play with my fate, till my name trends
Pray with my faith, till the pain ends
Made for this game, take a break, man
Sucks to be you, till the game ends, bitch
It’s H
Just getting started, shit
I was busy playing with my new toys
Back now, and I’m on it, bitch
Fuck boys tellin’ me I’m fake, man
Say I got no honesty, huh?
Sucks to be you and your fake fans
Cause I’m done with the modesty, yeah
Made in the heat, with no AC
Played on the streets, where they raise beef
Tasted defeat, like a baby
Kept the receipt, and it sKept the receipt
And it made me quick on my feet, like I’m AB
Clutch and elite, like I’m KD
Best on the field, like I’m Brady
Sick with my rhymes, like I’m Shady
Fuck, I ain’t lyin’, look, I’m shaky
Wise with my speech, like I’m eighty
Dumb on the beat, like I’m Jay-Z
Eye on the crown, like it’s lazy
High on the sound, on the great leaf
Grind for the pounds, but in KGs
Wild with my hounds, like I’m Rabies
Shit that we on, leave you hazy
Word to my jawn, shit, where’s he?
Lost in the smoke, seein’ glassy
Ball till he broke, call em Jazzy
Fucks wanna know, "Where your ladies?"
Eye on my screen, lemme state, please
Just got a pic, and it's racy
Thong on your bitch, and it’s lacy
Sucks to be you feel my vibe
Coming through only rolling with the crew
Give a fuck about you huh
I been cooking in the stu
So you know what imma do hop on the track
Like a fucking jack rabbit
Bitches really fucking weird
Tryna kick me like a habit
I ain’t never giving up
But damn I done had it
Bout to make a couple bands
And get right back at it
Yeah I been sticking to the script
You niggas really make me sick
How you Claiming you a man
Poppin fly on the gram
You a stone cold bitch you going out bad
And It’s really fucking sad
But if you wanna talk shit
Imma hit you in ya mit
And put ya body in a bag
Now Listen real close cause I’m
Only gonna say this once if you want war
Then you better be toting some guns
My Arsenal is crazy you really
Will be tf done sucks to be you but damn
I’m having funaved me
Yeah, when you were busy
Bitchin’ bout no flights
I was busy cookin’ up this dope like
Long nights, gotta serve it to the folks like
No fights when this light in their hope pipe
Game of Thrones, bitch boys sayin’ pick me
"Pay my loans, I’m your own", so they hit me
Shit is toxic, man, call ‘em Britney
I don’t wear the crown, but it fit me
Fuck bout your bitch, and your fake friends
Fuck bout your crew, and your fake trends
Luck got me through, I ain’t make friends
Fuck, broke the rules, when they ain’t bend
Play with my fate, till my name trends
Pray with my faith, till the pain ends
Made for this game, take a break, man
Sucks to be you, till the game ends, bitch
It’s H