Okay
Okay
Shit
I'm still geeking so f*cking hard
It's incredible
I think it's crazy how I'm blowing all this green
Like if I get some money you'll see burn holes in my jeans
My nigga just made a plate, got the cabbage with the bean
And then he wash it down with a double cup of lean, nah mean, yeah
Right, on, time
I walked into the stu and now he wanna spit a rhyme
I had about an onion, nigga had a couple bars
He already one deep, might as well go hard
So I'm coming with the wrath, finna tear this shit apart
They gon feel this shit from Hollywood to Fenway Park
I ain't make a single cent but I already made my mark
I done took rap and turned this shit back into an art
But that's just the f*cking start, so you better play your part
You need to see just how much bite I got behind this bark
I'm steady f*cking eating, y'all look like y'all boutta starve
I can't even call y'all rappers when your iPhones need to charge
Please don't take my shit for granted
All I know is real fans can manage
The rest of y'all are gon panic
I can use that to my advantage
They gon know my name out in Kansas
And the other side of the Atlantic
I run with a band of bandits
We the Robinhoods of the planet
We gon cop the jugg and then vanish
Bet you prolly would if you could do it like we
Ball so hard might bruise my feet
Call me a boss, don't use my seat
Pause for applause & I'm off to win these awards at the Source, then boof my weed
You haters claim that you paved the way, but it's safe to say that you're doomed, my g
Backwoods, and they honey-flavored
Eyes redder than a f*cking laser
A lot of tree means hella paper
My city love me, I should be the mayor
Told you I can serve you like a waiter
Don't believe me, go and ask your neighbor
Don't you come at me with thoughts and prayers
That won't save you from the f*cking danger
I'm rolling with the squad, looking like a stampede, yeah
Tryna f*ck the game up, no Plan B, yeah
And I'm aiming for the f*cking Grammy, yeah
I don't give a f*ck if you don't understand me
Paper chasing cuz I ran out of Raws
Fronto leaf and a gram in my palms
All that I do is just probable cause
I'm not really much a fan of the law
I would rather make a mil with the squad
Persevere till we all living large
Designer clothes just to hide all my flaws
You will never catch me spilling my sauce
I'm a boss, nigga, f*ck you thought
I wear Adidas cuz I run the block
Bong rips with a cup of Voss
We puffing medicine, you puffing moss
I bet she freaky, that's an honest tho(ugh)t
I kinda like my Henny on the rocks
New strain feeling insane
Boutta get smacked by the palm of god
Adriiian - Honeywood Freestyle Lyrics
Adriiian - Honeywood Freestyle Lyrics
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Okay
Okay
Shit
I'm still geeking so f*cking hard
It's incredible
I think it's crazy how I'm blowing all this green
Like if I get some money you'll see burn holes in my jeans
My nigga just made a plate, got the cabbage with the bean
And then he wash it down with a double cup of lean, nah mean, yeah
Right, on, time
I walked into the stu and now he wanna spit a rhyme
I had about an onion, nigga had a couple bars
He already one deep, might as well go hard
So I'm coming with the wrath, finna tear this shit apart
They gon feel this shit from Hollywood to Fenway Park
I ain't make a single cent but I already made my mark
I done took rap and turned this shit back into an art
But that's just the f*cking start, so you better play your part
You need to see just how much bite I got behind this bark
I'm steady f*cking eating, y'all look like y'all boutta starve
I can't even call y'all rappers when your iPhones need to charge
Please don't take my shit for granted
All I know is real fans can manage
The rest of y'all are gon panic
I can use that to my advantage
They gon know my name out in Kansas
And the other side of the Atlantic
I run with a band of bandits
We the Robinhoods of the planet
We gon cop the jugg and then vanish
Bet you prolly would if you could do it like we
Ball so hard might bruise my feet
Call me a boss, don't use my seat
Pause for applause & I'm off to win these awards at the Source, then boof my weed
You haters claim that you paved the way, but it's safe to say that you're doomed, my g
Backwoods, and they honey-flavored
Eyes redder than a f*cking laser
A lot of tree means hella paper
My city love me, I should be the mayor
Told you I can serve you like a waiter
Don't believe me, go and ask your neighbor
Don't you come at me with thoughts and prayers
That won't save you from the f*cking danger
I'm rolling with the squad, looking like a stampede, yeah
Tryna f*ck the game up, no Plan B, yeah
And I'm aiming for the f*cking Grammy, yeah
I don't give a f*ck if you don't understand me
Paper chasing cuz I ran out of Raws
Fronto leaf and a gram in my palms
All that I do is just probable cause
I'm not really much a fan of the law
I would rather make a mil with the squad
Persevere till we all living large
Designer clothes just to hide all my flaws
You will never catch me spilling my sauce
I'm a boss, nigga, f*ck you thought
I wear Adidas cuz I run the block
Bong rips with a cup of Voss
We puffing medicine, you puffing moss
I bet she freaky, that's an honest tho(ugh)t
I kinda like my Henny on the rocks
New strain feeling insane
Boutta get smacked by the palm of god
Okay
Shit
I'm still geeking so f*cking hard
It's incredible
I think it's crazy how I'm blowing all this green
Like if I get some money you'll see burn holes in my jeans
My nigga just made a plate, got the cabbage with the bean
And then he wash it down with a double cup of lean, nah mean, yeah
Right, on, time
I walked into the stu and now he wanna spit a rhyme
I had about an onion, nigga had a couple bars
He already one deep, might as well go hard
So I'm coming with the wrath, finna tear this shit apart
They gon feel this shit from Hollywood to Fenway Park
I ain't make a single cent but I already made my mark
I done took rap and turned this shit back into an art
But that's just the f*cking start, so you better play your part
You need to see just how much bite I got behind this bark
I'm steady f*cking eating, y'all look like y'all boutta starve
I can't even call y'all rappers when your iPhones need to charge
Please don't take my shit for granted
All I know is real fans can manage
The rest of y'all are gon panic
I can use that to my advantage
They gon know my name out in Kansas
And the other side of the Atlantic
I run with a band of bandits
We the Robinhoods of the planet
We gon cop the jugg and then vanish
Bet you prolly would if you could do it like we
Ball so hard might bruise my feet
Call me a boss, don't use my seat
Pause for applause & I'm off to win these awards at the Source, then boof my weed
You haters claim that you paved the way, but it's safe to say that you're doomed, my g
Backwoods, and they honey-flavored
Eyes redder than a f*cking laser
A lot of tree means hella paper
My city love me, I should be the mayor
Told you I can serve you like a waiter
Don't believe me, go and ask your neighbor
Don't you come at me with thoughts and prayers
That won't save you from the f*cking danger
I'm rolling with the squad, looking like a stampede, yeah
Tryna f*ck the game up, no Plan B, yeah
And I'm aiming for the f*cking Grammy, yeah
I don't give a f*ck if you don't understand me
Paper chasing cuz I ran out of Raws
Fronto leaf and a gram in my palms
All that I do is just probable cause
I'm not really much a fan of the law
I would rather make a mil with the squad
Persevere till we all living large
Designer clothes just to hide all my flaws
You will never catch me spilling my sauce
I'm a boss, nigga, f*ck you thought
I wear Adidas cuz I run the block
Bong rips with a cup of Voss
We puffing medicine, you puffing moss
I bet she freaky, that's an honest tho(ugh)t
I kinda like my Henny on the rocks
New strain feeling insane
Boutta get smacked by the palm of god
Writer: Adrian Oxley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid