Master P, Bay Bay, Rick Ross, T-Pain - HNIC lyrics

William Roberts II

[Master P, Bay Bay, Rick Ross, T-Pain - HNIC lyrics]

See I’m that head nigga in charge
Leave you dead in your garage
Y’all niggas scared
You seein’ dreads and camouflage
Don’t get me fucked up
All these niggas call me sarge
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge
I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes
I ain’t hatin, you get money
I’m that head nigga in charge
You ain’t bout it what you
Fuckin’ with me for
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge

I just won me a kilo
My niggas speakin’ in Creole
They call me the chef
You know I fry like grill
Started learnin the ropes
Sweatsuit's and the Locs
Homie taught me to whip
So he made us a toast
They speak my name like a myth
Went and got me a Ghost
Picked him up in the suite
They gave my nigga the most
They be hard on real niggas
Gotta stay on my toes
They be watchin’ my twitter
Gotta watch what I post
Cowards all by the killers
Wrong one to approach
What you spent on your video
That went on the coat
Spend a million with Jacob
Another several with Johnny
I mean look at my Bezel
We got it lookin’ Versace

See I’m that head nigga in charge
Leave you dead in your garage
Y’all niggas scared
You seein’ dreads and camouflage
Don’t get me fucked up
All these niggas call me sarge
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge
I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes
I ain’t hatin, you get money
I’m that head nigga in charge
You ain’t bout it what you
Fuckin’ with me for
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge

Cookin’ yams in the morning
Tell the streets that we back
See I fuck with you pussies
But I don’t fuck with you rats
Thirteen when I cop it 26 when I drop it
Nigga call me James Harden
Like I played with the Rockets 36 O-Z’s
Watch I whip it to fifty
Don’t talk on the android
Cause the feds be listenin’
I got million dollar connects
In my minute I touch have tons of that raw
False bottom in the trucks
Brought that brand new blues
And I’m balled up nigga i’m that country boy
Sellin’ fiends walnuts
And supermodels be mysidepiece
I made more money than your favorite rapper
Bitch when I was on the streets no Limit

See I’m that head nigga in charge
Leave you dead in your garage
Y’all niggas scared
You seein’ dreads and camouflage
Don’t get me fucked up
All these niggas call me sarge
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge
I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes
I ain’t hatin, you get money
I’m that head nigga in charge
You ain’t bout it what you
Fuckin’ with me for
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head nigga in charge

Uh Huh check it out killer
I’ll show you how to get money, get paper
I’m like instant grit's, just add water

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