Honcho Mar, Xanman - BattleField lyrics

[Honcho Mar, Xanman - BattleField lyrics]

Ouu, I started off with a dollar bill
Wanted to pimp like i’m Copperfield
Young nigga just had to pop a seal
I got the Draco, It’s stainless steel
Use your daughter for a human shield
We getting bags in the vacuum seal
Young nigga stay in the battlefield
I got more choppers than battlefield

I told him I don’t want a record deal
I’m just tryna want to trap
‘till I stack a mil these bullets might go
Through your windshield
And I keep a 40 that’s on my hip
Glock 40 doing windmill
Fuck around get your kid killed
Choppa QP like i’m Kill Bill
Gas and a match, you ain’t Fort Dale
Ouu, I’m all about you
Might pull up on a too
That other man don’t do
I’m on the block and I got me extensions
Hold the chopper like a king, I’m not pimpin’
Glock 4 0
He want a pint, then you know I remix it
I want a QP then ima call Baby Ahk
This a XD, better put down that baby Glock
Shots on a ‘4 5 look like tater tots
I heard he serving babies
He gets his cradle rocked
Where that lil nigga fake trappin’
I’m hating yeah i got a
Lil bitch sucking on me, lil baby bop me
I’m off a bar and i’m seeing Da Vinci’s
I put the zip in the Audi in a car garage
Robbed a lil fuck nigga, keep pocket watch
I got a 40 that look like a
Smoke a nigga with a
I started off with a dollar bill
Wanted to pimp like i’m Copperfield
Young nigga just had to pop a seal
I got the Draco, It’s stainless steel
Use your daughter for a human shield
We getting bags in the vacuum seal
Young nigga stay in the battlefield
I got more choppers than battlefield

Got dick in her jaws
She wet through her draws
It’s feeling like niagra falls
She sucking my dick, then slurp on my balls
Then I gave that lil bitch a Halls
Remember times in the hall?
We said that we was gon ball
I seen the fuck shit from afar
Be damned for I get on my knees
Judge asked me "How do
You plead", "Your honor, not guilty"
Nigga i’m a different breed
How the fuck you can’t see?
Y’all niggas still ain’t break me
I honor the codes of the street
Givenchy my collar and Gucci my waist
I’m on the same shit, different day
Fuck nigga cross me, he gon pay
Mac 10, Pump shot, we gon spray
It’s nice out, it’s Saturday
Who cut the lights on the Audi R8
Better tell them kids to get
The fuck out the way
They say pimpin’ ain’t easy
Ain’t doing it right
Mixing the Wockhardt with the
Sprite and the ice
I’m ‘bout to have a good night
Drugs in my system, I’m losing my sight
My bro in the trap, yeah price is right
I don’t mean Betty when i’m talking white
I’m talking shit that my migo supply
Ouu, I started off with a dollar bill
Wanted to pimp like i’m Copperfield (Hey Xan)
Young nigga just had to pop a seal (Hey Xan)
I got the Draco, It’s stainless steel
(Honcho)
Use your daughter for a human shield
We getting bags in the vacuum seal
Young nigga stay in the battlefield
I got more choppers than battlefield

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