Yung Pots - Hidden Hills (feat. Weach & Swayye) Lyrics

Ooh yeah you know I'm bouta kill
She let me in the crib panties laced up with some frill
And we popping little pills
Baby Got some time to kill we just do It for the thrill

She got perky titties I'm snorting Perkies off her titties
In the city and I keep my shorty with me ooh
And no one f*cking with me
Cuz if they try that shit end up sleeping with some fishies
Oooh

I come with the smoke bitch like a fire fighter
Man with integrity, oh yeah I'll die about It
All you lame niggas broke but you just cry about It
I'm the type to hit the block and get very fried about It

Medusa got me rock hard
Rolling up my Ls while I'm sipping up my Wockhardt
All my drugs is hard, got me feeling like a rock star
Money is the only thing that always keeps my cock hard

Money is the only thing yeah
Money is the only thing

Skirting in the Audi
Now I'm really racing
God the only thing
That I'm only chasin

Baby, I swear
I'm entertaining
I don't even do this
To be famous no no no

I been in the Lamb going crazy
Girl I just want you to be my baby
Why you been actin so shady?
I just want a yes no maybe

We gon make a way
To love each other everyday
You been on my mind daily
I just hope you could stay

Ooh yeah you know I'm bouta kill
She let me in the crib panties laced up with some frill
And we popping little pills
Baby Got some time to kill we just do It for the thrill

Ooh yeah you know I'm bouta kill
She let me in the crib panties laced up with some frill
And we popping little pills
Baby Got some time to kill we just do It for the thrill