Rushy - Hooligan Lyrics

I feel like CJ in grove street,
Cids behind tryna follow man,
In the back Smokey Smokey,
I'm 5 star like the OG's,
Bro got ice in his codeine,
Peddle bike to my old fiend,
Miami vice like I'm Tony,
Hooligan in my Stoney,
She come back to mine for a little vibe when I get lonely,
I can't have no badderz tryna hold me,
I might swing her to the homie,
You don't know me but you act like you know me,
You don't know me but you act like you know me,
I can't even tell the time on this Roley,
Back when my money was low & I sold weed,
I had to go out & get it with broski,
Back when I was ducking low from the police,
I had to look up I ain't even holy,

Back then holes in my Crep I was broke g,
Back then I was on my lonely's,
Back then back then Cali what I smoke from back then,
You was getting smoked from back then,
Back then you didn't have a Mac-10 back then,
I had to be the man when dad left,
Back then mum was feeling lonely back then,

I feel like Franklin in snowfall,
Kitty kitties yeah they're onto man,
I need a yard in a foreign land,
I need a milly not a hundred grand,
I'm calling Teddy bring my money back,
Wanda's calling for another pack,
If you need it I'll be there in a flash,
What you need man I'll be there with the gas,
I got that,
In these flats I done so much laps,
I need more racks I pay too much tax,
Fake friends tryna hold me back,
Say I changed you don't know me like that,
Plain Jane I need a Roley like that,
I ain't flexing I just keep it cajj,
I might cop Grillz & make the diamonds flash, flash,

I feel like CJ in grove street,
Cids behind tryna follow man,
In the back Smokey Smokey,
I'm 5 star like the OG's,
Bro got ice in his codeine,
Peddle bike to my old fiend,
Miami vice like I'm Tony,
Hooligan in my Stoney,
She come back to mine for a little vibe when I get lonely,
I can't have no badderz tryna hold me,
I might swing her to the homie,
You don't know me but you act like you know me,
You don't know me but you act like you know me,
I can't even tell the time on this Roley,
Back when my money was low & I sold weed,
I had to go out & get it with broski,
Back when I was ducking low from the police,
I had to look up I ain't even holy