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Henry Hirtz
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(Are you fucking serious?!)
We pull up real quick and we baking his hat
(Henry fuckin' Hirtz, bitch!) I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
We pull up too fast and we strike like a match
And they is not catchin' me, I run too fast
I hop in that 'Cat, 200 the dash
Never catch me lackin', I move to attack
I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
I keep me a G, yea, I never lack
Bro keep him a ten, yea, he keep a stack
Them bullets they hit you like we playin' tag
Little shawty fine, she look like a snack
Got a clip full of tens like this bitch a Mac
If he tryna run, put him in a pack
Can see that she thick, sit up on my lap
Shorty freaky as hell, wanna eat on my ass
What the hell he just say? Man he tweakin'
Get up on the mic, yea, and I'm speakin'
Livin' every day like its the weekend
Pierre just sparked it up right in the stu', yea, and this bih got to reekin'
Yea, I got a bad bitch, puerto rican
Files on lock, yea, my music ain't leakin'
No no, no we not linkin', pockets on Benjamins, your's be on Lincolns
Woah woah, my music crazy, I up and I grew it, and your's got to shrinkin'
Oh no, he talked on our names, so Pierre went out and he uppin' his trinket
Loco, the shorties go wild when we grab our papers and we get to inkin' (Plugg!)
(Are u fucking serious?!) We pull up real quick and we baking his hat
I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
We pull up too fast and we strike like a match
And they is not catchin' me, I run too fast
I hop in that 'Cat, 200 the dash
Never catch me lackin', I move to attack
I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
I keep me a G, yea, I never lack
Bro keep him a ten, yea, he keep a stack
Them bullets they hit you like we playin' tag
Little shawty fine, she look like a snack
Got a clip full of tens like this bitch a Mac
If he tryna run, put him in a pack
Can see that she thick, sit up on my lap
Shorty freaky as hell, wanna eat on my ass (bitch!)
If you gon' take my picture, then turn off the flash
Yea, hop in that fast shit, speed on the highway, you woulda thought we was doin' the dash
Marketing, fashion, doin' it my way, I'm on the way, I'm gettin cash
Gettin that bag, and she's tryna take that
Yea, anyway its a new day
I'm chillin on the block, yea, I'm chillin wit' yo lady
Shawty she a thot, like it when I call her baby
(Are u fucking serious?!) Baby, baby
We pull up real quick and we baking his hat
I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
We pull up too fast and we strike like a match
And they is not catchin' me, I run too fast
I hop in that 'Cat, 200 the dash
Never catch me lackin', I move to attack
I gave you my heart, will you give it back?
I keep me a G, yea, I never lack
Bro keep him a ten, yea, he keep a stack
Them bullets they hit you like we playin' tag
Little shawty fine, she look like a snack
Got a clip full of tens like this bitch a Mac
If he tryna run, put him in a pack
Can see that she thick, sit up on my lap
Shorty freaky as hell, wanna eat on my ass
(Henry Hirtz, bitch!)
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