Scorey - 156 Hudson lyrics
[Scorey - 156 Hudson lyrics]
Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist
All this money still don't cover
Up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather
I kept that flame on my hip
Till I started chasing money
Glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways
Get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved
And he Christian
Wild ones, don't fuck wit' the gang
They don't listen loud guns
He unleash his rage wit' that big fifth
Just give them twenty thou'
Think they won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a fucking pound
We just some dirty niggas
But we gettin' money now
Bro keep that 30 wit' him 'cause
He need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on
'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
Made a diss song
And now you rappin' from the fucking ground
Worm food when we get that lo’ we get
To spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your buisness, you ain't in this shit
It don't concern you
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target
Don't care where he is, we still coming
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
Dirty sprite, shared
I just had to pour me up some lean
Having nightmares
Niggas tryna take me out my dreams
I stayed right there
Posted up wit' my Glizzy 17
And my type rare
I can't name a realer man than me
He got caught up on that block
Now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard that "Fahh"
He better think fast rIP to Zach I woke up
Thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc scheming
Why you think he got that ski mask?
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target
Don't care where he is, we still coming
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, i broke up wit' the streets
And keep on runnin' back all this bloodshed
Still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
All this money still don't cover
Up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather
I kept that flame on my hip
Till I started chasing money
Glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways
Get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved
And he Christian
Wild ones, don't fuck wit' the gang
They don't listen loud guns
He unleash his rage wit' that big fifth
Just give them twenty thou'
Think they won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a fucking pound
We just some dirty niggas
But we gettin' money now
Bro keep that 30 wit' him 'cause
He need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on
'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
Made a diss song
And now you rappin' from the fucking ground
Worm food when we get that lo’ we get
To spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your buisness, you ain't in this shit
It don't concern you
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target
Don't care where he is, we still coming
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
Dirty sprite, shared
I just had to pour me up some lean
Having nightmares
Niggas tryna take me out my dreams
I stayed right there
Posted up wit' my Glizzy 17
And my type rare
I can't name a realer man than me
He got caught up on that block
Now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard that "Fahh"
He better think fast rIP to Zach I woke up
Thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc scheming
Why you think he got that ski mask?
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target
Don't care where he is, we still coming
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, i broke up wit' the streets
And keep on runnin' back all this bloodshed
Still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)