Real Hunnits - Moment of Your Time (feat. ATM & Lil B Stone) Lyrics

I'm from the old school, but I 16 up in my tennis shoes
Keep your bitch away from me if she see me and she finna choose
Some say I'm hood rich, these hunnits I be thumbin' through
Meet up with this new foot, yeah, we call that shit an interview
You niggas ain't stayin' here, so what you niggas finna do
Probably meet her pops if blood get hot, then blood can get it too
He can catch his hands if he think I'm playin', watch me stick and move
Treat me like your ex, you better respect that I'm a different dude
But if the nigga cool, then ain't no reason to be getting into
A niggas stay, solid pop P'S, bitch, I really do this
You the type to try to run game, bitch, you think I'm stupid
She lost her brain, she goin' nuts, and bitch, she keep it movin
F*ck up once, I'm never lettin' it go
Your friend faggin', she gettin' broke on or, I'm callin' her folks
Pimps up hoes down, that's the motto we wrote
Bitch, better swallow, hit the lotto, or have a lot of blue notes
Gotta know your history
With a couple homies, ain't no mystery
Make it make sense to me
I did it cause I know I can do it, it's the brims in me
I just need my acknowledgements
Who gon' see me winnin' when I'm poppin' it
Studio City, got bitches that don't listen
I ain't get it, f*ck them bitches, but who stayin' with me
86ers, she playin' and I ain't playin' with her
I'm just tryna get it, can't explain, so I got her sister
1942, I'm tryna see it through
Bouy, you like the highlighter, really one of them dudes
I'm hotter than hot sauce, you niggas fake like a knockoff
Talk shit and get knocked off
Wish a nigga would, blood, I'm not soft
Lights on, nigga, I turn your lights off
I'ma be that nigga on the front line, fine line
What's your nigga word, on my set, I bang like gang signs
I want a set, blood, you talk shit and I bang mine
I be on your neck like a neckline
I be on your head cause it's head time
Ask your little bitch, man, she bangin' my line
On the set, she always on mine
And every time you b me, it's 50
Goddamn 9,
I'm bool too
I wish a bitch would too
Pull up on your bitch, say
Hey, new bitch, what you gon' do, fool
I ain't even lyin', I'ma tell you what I do do
Pull up on your bitch, I'm the shit, ha, boo-boo
I be on that line too
Wish a bitch would bang my line, fool
I be bangin' your bitch like I'm supposed to do
And what the f*ck you gon' do
Blood, I be