POUNDZ - Honey lyrics

B-Beef b-Beef

I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky  (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(uh huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi)

My nigga SR don't rasclart miss
He slapped the whole dots and teared mans wig
(bow)
He's in the bando trynna make this dough
Got Pyrex on stove but it ain't no dish
(gang) i link GG for the 4s no cap
He buss the whole ting, leave bare man pissed
(woi woi)
I used to make Ps from a black brick phone
And now I make Ps when I rap mans bi'
Chatting on broke and your whole gang shot
(bow)
Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop
(woi woi) run a man down, two shanks just me
No team, ten toes on a paigon block (uh huh)
Militant yute if I back this Glock (uh huh)
I got my young slime in the OT spot
The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs
No NSG ting when I OT bop

I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(uh huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi)

I got beef in the streets like fastfood
Don't play ball but I'll get man dunked
Gyal love how I do it like Lakers
Ball so hard now my stack look dumb
I'm a chef like Gordon Ramsay
Good with the blade like a Chinese monk
(ching ch) cute gyal but her attitude mad
And her arse so big, she's a gorgeous one
Got the dotty in the ride
Trynna blow mans back
I was chilling with the drillers
When the nigga go wrapped
Had the chingers and the wizard
Trynna get a man splashed
If I pull up with my hitter
Then we're bringing out wap
One car, four man, bare heart, no neeks
Jump out and attack
They ain't realer than man
And the other side broke
They ain't getting no dough
Little niggas my sons
They could never be fam

I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double tap that twice turn my man Duppy
(ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me
(uh huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)

(uh huh, woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money