T-Rell from Da Zel - Hilltop Whopper (feat. Slink D & H.T.P Trip) Lyrics

I'm a hilltop whopper, lil' bitch, you know the deal
I might buy a 10-mo if you left on the seal Had to learn how to jug in that house on the
Hill This fly shit just in me, I can't tell you
How it feel I could never be a scammer, baby, I'ma cash
Out You should never throw no stones if you in
A glass house I know niggas hate my wrist, cause that bitch
Is bust down Smokin' out the bag, I might blow the whole
Pound Flyer, then a pilot, noble island, no love
For the fake ones I'm retired, miss me with the frenzies
I ain't buyin, I gotta keep this money, multiplyin, uh
Three-five in the wood, half a ticket for the Bentley
Still drove it to the hood, nigga, yeah My life lit, man, this shit crazy
F*ckin' bad hoes, smokin' daily, lately Feel like I pay my dues, now I'm the man, I'm
Just sayin' Damn, a nigga was broke, now I got bands
I got bands Long as a nigga got money, what's a friend
Understand Run it then run it up again, and again, that's
The plan I'm a hilltop whopper, lil' bitch, you know
The deal I might buy ten more if you left on the seal
Had to learn how to jug in that house on the hill
This fly shit just send me, I can't tell you how it feel
I could never be a scammer, baby, I'ma cash out
You should never throw no stones if you in a glass house
I know niggas hate my wrist, cause that bitch is bust down
Smokin' out the bag, I might blow the whole pound
Trappin' day and night like the man on the moon
Might take a wife, put the bitch in cancun
Then catch a flight, leave the bitch in the room
If money's the bride, on the way, I'm the groom
Drippin' like a nigga just stepped out the pool
Diamonds on wet, call me trip-typhoon
Bitch, I'm straight like the clock at noon
Too many bells, not enough room
Two phones on, but I still miss calls
Rest in peace squizzy, man, I miss my dawg
If AC was here, he'd pull your card
Eight hundred for the nikes, but they fear God
Yellowstone's cloudy, London fog
LOL, this nigga's a fraud
Flexin' for the gram, he ain't even got a car
I should be a legend, I've been a hood star
Don't take no pic of me, bitch
I don't f*ck with the gram unless I'm weighin' it
Smokin' out the whole pound of gas
Cause I be needin' it
She want me to cuff, I know it won't last
I can't police the bitch, I'd rather flip me a brick
Before I swipe and hit a scammer lick
Hazel rode the Messiah
I am ballin' like Tyla
Five grams and a Dutchmaster
Niggas think I'm a liar
Goddamn, I'm on fire
Niggas thought I retired
Seein' Lil' Chris run it up
That's the type of shit I admire
Real niggas are back now
All you niggas expired
I've been grindin' my whole life
I don't ever get tired
I don't ever take breaks
All I do is smoke cakes
You can say what you want about me
I can f*ck with no fake
Smokin' big blunts back to back
Tell these bitches I'm Drake
It ain't about what you spend
It's all about what you make
Make it do what it do
I don't have no boo
I'm a ghost like power
Hazel Road Club Truth