RX HECTOR - This Shit for Us lyrics
[RX HECTOR - This Shit for Us lyrics]
DrugRixh see, I done been to some locations
Where the nigga couldn't go
I'll take a fine boujee bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor, ha
Yeah, I'll hit that hoe on the floor, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind
It ain't a day go by that
I don't miss my cousin
I used to sleep on pallets with you
Now you're floating above me
I keep that thing tucked for real, no
I ain't going for nothing
And I'll never fold, nigga
'cause I ain't saying nothing
I'll put that pistol on your buddy
Make him shit and vomit
I trapped on behind the when I was a youngin'
I trapped at every apartments
On the brick, nigga, i was chasing money
My GD partner on Sentry Drive
Moving bags for me
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind
If you ain't with this shit, then nigga
You against it pull up, hit that shit up
Have y'all niggas jumping fences
And I ain't sliding fishbowl
Everything tinted
"I thought you was the man?
You fell off" Well, that's bad business
I pulled up to the dugout spot
I still got bags in it
K got a tip, so a hundred rounds in it
I'll pull up at your bitch house
She smoked the bag with me
We pushed dope a hundred deep
One hundred rags with me
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind
Where the nigga couldn't go
I'll take a fine boujee bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor, ha
Yeah, I'll hit that hoe on the floor, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind
It ain't a day go by that
I don't miss my cousin
I used to sleep on pallets with you
Now you're floating above me
I keep that thing tucked for real, no
I ain't going for nothing
And I'll never fold, nigga
'cause I ain't saying nothing
I'll put that pistol on your buddy
Make him shit and vomit
I trapped on behind the when I was a youngin'
I trapped at every apartments
On the brick, nigga, i was chasing money
My GD partner on Sentry Drive
Moving bags for me
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind
If you ain't with this shit, then nigga
You against it pull up, hit that shit up
Have y'all niggas jumping fences
And I ain't sliding fishbowl
Everything tinted
"I thought you was the man?
You fell off" Well, that's bad business
I pulled up to the dugout spot
I still got bags in it
K got a tip, so a hundred rounds in it
I'll pull up at your bitch house
She smoked the bag with me
We pushed dope a hundred deep
One hundred rags with me
Real street nigga, never been a hoe
Word around town
Hector got them bags for the low
I had to switch up my location
I don't trap there no more
I take a fine actress bitch and
Hit that hoe on the floor
And you ain't built like us, nigga
So I know you a hoe
This shit for us, anything I stand for
I'm dying 'bout it
I keep a hundred-plus rounds every
Time I'm fucking sliding
My Backwood stuffed crust
I'm just trying to ease on my mind