Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
You niggas softer than foam
And we find out your a Blown
You will get smoke like a blunt I'm Pepe Le Pew with the funk
Your bitch want to kick it like punt
These Niggas is all on my junk
I'll shoot all these niggas don't jump
You can not stop us I took down the sign
Tony Montana
The world is mine
I'm with the truth the truth you kept on lying
I had to get down
I kept on flying
I'm in the stars I hang with Orion You niggas boring like paint when it's drying
I'm Booling with Honcho I think I'm a giant
Pull up like where your gun at boy why is you crying
You went at the Family Guy why is you Brian
This is that fire that's all I'm supplying
You stole my flow wait that ain't that surprising
I'm pyscho M Bison yeah
You suck like a Dyson
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
Im the plug I do not go through no middle man
I chop a brick just like I got scissor hands let's get it man
Whip whip whip it up
I f*cked the kitchen up
I am a villian my car eight cylinders
And when I pass you up no u catching up
I know that you mad as f*ck
I will pull up to your home lil nigga
All you niggas my clones wait
I'm going off the dome lil nigga
I'm am to fly like a drone lil nigga
Everything I say make sense
I Know them pussy niggas hate this
These niggas sweeter than some cake mix
All black diamonds like I'm racist
But you Know I like them white girls
Not a loose goose I need a tight girl
And she got to spit on my mic like a cypher to be my girl
You ain't got to act shy girl
Go on and hop in my ride
I keep a Glock on my side
Just in case I got to open fire
Fah fah fah leave a nigga like ah
Now he laying on his side
Shoot a nigga in his eye surprise
I do not f*ck with these guys
I'm on my shit like a fly
I f*ck your bitch from the side
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
Lil Henjin - On the Phone (feat. Honcho Red) Lyrics
Lil Henjin - On the Phone (feat. Honcho Red) Lyrics
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Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
You niggas softer than foam
And we find out your a Blown
You will get smoke like a blunt I'm Pepe Le Pew with the funk
Your bitch want to kick it like punt
These Niggas is all on my junk
I'll shoot all these niggas don't jump
You can not stop us I took down the sign
Tony Montana
The world is mine
I'm with the truth the truth you kept on lying
I had to get down
I kept on flying
I'm in the stars I hang with Orion You niggas boring like paint when it's drying
I'm Booling with Honcho I think I'm a giant
Pull up like where your gun at boy why is you crying
You went at the Family Guy why is you Brian
This is that fire that's all I'm supplying
You stole my flow wait that ain't that surprising
I'm pyscho M Bison yeah
You suck like a Dyson
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
Im the plug I do not go through no middle man
I chop a brick just like I got scissor hands let's get it man
Whip whip whip it up
I f*cked the kitchen up
I am a villian my car eight cylinders
And when I pass you up no u catching up
I know that you mad as f*ck
I will pull up to your home lil nigga
All you niggas my clones wait
I'm going off the dome lil nigga
I'm am to fly like a drone lil nigga
Everything I say make sense
I Know them pussy niggas hate this
These niggas sweeter than some cake mix
All black diamonds like I'm racist
But you Know I like them white girls
Not a loose goose I need a tight girl
And she got to spit on my mic like a cypher to be my girl
You ain't got to act shy girl
Go on and hop in my ride
I keep a Glock on my side
Just in case I got to open fire
Fah fah fah leave a nigga like ah
Now he laying on his side
Shoot a nigga in his eye surprise
I do not f*ck with these guys
I'm on my shit like a fly
I f*ck your bitch from the side
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
You niggas softer than foam
And we find out your a Blown
You will get smoke like a blunt I'm Pepe Le Pew with the funk
Your bitch want to kick it like punt
These Niggas is all on my junk
I'll shoot all these niggas don't jump
You can not stop us I took down the sign
Tony Montana
The world is mine
I'm with the truth the truth you kept on lying
I had to get down
I kept on flying
I'm in the stars I hang with Orion You niggas boring like paint when it's drying
I'm Booling with Honcho I think I'm a giant
Pull up like where your gun at boy why is you crying
You went at the Family Guy why is you Brian
This is that fire that's all I'm supplying
You stole my flow wait that ain't that surprising
I'm pyscho M Bison yeah
You suck like a Dyson
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
Im the plug I do not go through no middle man
I chop a brick just like I got scissor hands let's get it man
Whip whip whip it up
I f*cked the kitchen up
I am a villian my car eight cylinders
And when I pass you up no u catching up
I know that you mad as f*ck
I will pull up to your home lil nigga
All you niggas my clones wait
I'm going off the dome lil nigga
I'm am to fly like a drone lil nigga
Everything I say make sense
I Know them pussy niggas hate this
These niggas sweeter than some cake mix
All black diamonds like I'm racist
But you Know I like them white girls
Not a loose goose I need a tight girl
And she got to spit on my mic like a cypher to be my girl
You ain't got to act shy girl
Go on and hop in my ride
I keep a Glock on my side
Just in case I got to open fire
Fah fah fah leave a nigga like ah
Now he laying on his side
Shoot a nigga in his eye surprise
I do not f*ck with these guys
I'm on my shit like a fly
I f*ck your bitch from the side
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I Know the plug I hit him right on the phone
We got them sticks we aim it right at your dome
Stupid ass bitch bitch leave me alone
Count up the dough
I with Honcho
We at your door
Do not be home
I know the plug I hit him up on the phone
Writer: Keddrick Guice, Tomari Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid