Jacksin - Hunnids Freestyle Lyrics

I had to stack the money up and now I'm shorter than it
They keep texting on my line, I'ma ignore the bitches
Embezzling all the funds, you know I short the digits
And my money go up, don't come down, that's the laws of physics
One man chillin' in a closet or a four-door
Spittin, had to go and do a drive-by
Out the four-door, hitting
I got all the money and the fame
I need four more women never mind, I'm focused on the money
I ignore the bitches
Don't you love how the flow switches
(I really do)
Don't you love how the flow changes
(I love it)
Let off a few f*ckin' shots, but we ain't gon' race em'
30 round drum on that bitch and we gon' graze em'
Leave his f*ckin' head
(Nah)
Leave his f*ckin' (Woah) hangin'
Only took half-fifteen shots, left his bro faceless
"We next up in this shit"
Bro, you ain't gon' make it
(Please don't)
At least I hope not
I said zero f*ckin' chance
So much blood up on the block, it's finna make him hit that dance
Too much diamonds on my wrist, it's finna put her in a trance
I'm finna put her in a Lambo, you just put her in a Van
Man, it's so funny, you got slow money, you got no money
Bitch, pull up to the crib, she suck my dick like "Woah Honey"
Gotta doin lines in this shit, so her nose runny
How the f*ck you actin' like you rich when you owe money
You in debt, yo bank negative
(Ha)
Why you even laughin',Lil bro, you right next to him
I mean, yeah, he got a bitch, but she don't have sex with him
She be out here cheatin'
Live hoe off all of the percocets, she act like she sleepin'
If I catch the opps, you know they gettin' worse than a beatin
I only do this shit solo, I don't need me no features
And they gon' blast all of my music out the motherf*ckin' speakers
Said I'm toatin on a glock, I said I'm toatin a heater
I bet I'm finna go take your bitch right when I motherf*ckin' meet her
Yeah, I got all the diamonds, and they gon' blow up the meter
I said I'm finna go and take your bitch, and we gon' ride in two-seater

Bands in my pants, hunnids, And I got the pink fifties
Bitch in the crib, and you know she finna f*ck with me
Fully auto on this shit, cause I know that they duck semis
Trigger finger premature, if I see opps, I bust quickly
Big glocks and big chops, that's the shit we shoot
Shout out Zauce,BLP., it go doo-loo-doo
Shout out to this crib, he don't know me, he like, who is you
Hunnids in my pants, I got bands, and they always blue