Xhulooo - Was Hannin lyrics
[Xhulooo - Was Hannin lyrics]
(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Hop in that 'Vette and I'm crashin' it
Walk in the spot like, "What's happenin'?"
I know they hear when the bag is in
I got the stick, hit 'em, no flaggin'
My shooter toe taggin'
I did the walkthrough for a backend
I've been tryna get 'em tapped in
This ain't a movie, why you actin'?
Glock on me, never lackin'
My money everlastin'
All that talk, you just yappin'
I'm at thе bank laughin' (Ha)
Doing music with a passion
She asking, "What's the fashion?" (Whoa)
Hop in the coupе, go the fastest
Ain't no free features, why you askin'?
Hop on the court like a Blazer
Glock on me got a laser (yeah)
Wake up and count up the
Paper, in the Hellcat, see you later
(yeah) stick on me, not a taser, that boy
He think I'm a fader (yeah)
We finna line that lil' boy like a taper
Big ol' crib, got a hundred acres (yeah)
We finna wipe his nose
I know his girl on go, fasho (Fasho)
My brother whippin' that bowl (Hurt)
He had to make it my way, I know (I know)
You don't even see how it go (yeah, oh)
I'm in the A smokin' on this dro (yeah, yeah)
You see my neck and it glow (yeah, yeah, ha)
Black and white diamonds, lookin' like Po
(Lookin' like Po)
Hop in that 'Vette and I'm crashin' it
Walk in the spot like, "What's happenin'?"
I know they hear when the bag is in
I got the stick, hit 'em, no flaggin'
My shooter toe taggin'
I did the walkthrough for a backend
I've been tryna get 'em tapped in
This ain't a movie, why you actin'?
Glock on me, never lackin'
My money everlastin'
All that talk, you just yappin'
I'm at the bank laughin' (Ha)
Doing music with a passion
She asking, "What's the fashion?" (Whoa)
Hop in the coupe, go the fastest
Ain't no free features, why you askin'?
Hop on the court like a Blazer
Glock on me got a laser (yeah)
Wake up and count up the
Paper, in the Hellcat, see you later
(yeah) stick on me, not a taser, that boy
He think I'm a fader (yeah)
We finna line that lil' boy like a taper
Big ol' crib, got a hundred acres (yeah)
We finna wipe his nose
I know his girl on go, fasho (Fasho)
My brother whippin' that bowl (Hurt)
He had to make it my way, I know (I know)
You don't even see how it go (yeah, oh)
I'm in the A smokin' on this dro (yeah, yeah)
You see my neck and it glow (yeah, yeah, ha)
Black and white diamonds, lookin' like Po
(Lookin' like Po)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)