[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(byekyle)
1Hunnit

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Look, I got an RPG with switch, I think I'm Oppenheimer
It's for you weenie-ass n***as, little Oscar Mayers
Turn his hood to Halloween, he think he Michael Myers
We drop fish uncooked with double-basket fryers
Chop sing with a hand movement, DSM the choir
I'm on a three-way call, I think I'm Liz McGuire
Cut this n***a t-shirt open, I think he wearin' a wire
I got some beef to wrinkle out, I'll go and grab the iron

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Everything I do be exotic shit, next, I might grab a tiger
Tell everybody, "You wanna see some crazy shit?" Set his ass on fire
I know a n***a had a baby'd catch a body for a pack of diapers
For twenty thousand, go arrange his funеral, they all comin' behind you
Sale triеd to come and get some weed to smoke before he worked, that shit got him fired
Opened up a 'bow bag of the 'za and I just got new buyers
Burned up the Scat Pack doin' donuts and we just— alright
Burned up the Scat Pack doin' donuts and we just got new tires

[Verse 3: Prince Jefe]
Bitch, I'm smokin' Gumbo
One band, one sound, I looked up and heard the drumroll
You gon' have to send an invoice, it's just one more
I'd rather go blind, I can't see 'em through this gun smoke
Five lines, when they ring, I know what they want
Clearin' BoAs, it's a dub, she walk out the door
Monkey on my back, this ain't no BAPE, I'm tryna poke
Cut the block and box him in, he ain't got nowhere to go
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
N***as do anything for a dollar, n***as broke
This a micro Drac', got it hangin' out my coat
It get cold outside, two bands for a coat
I'm doin' deals right now, two bands for a song
I got pressure in my 'Wood, lil' n***a, this shit strong
Five-seveN bullets go straight through, they break bones
My n***a locked up in the feds, he got a phone
It's a switch on this bitch, just aim for the dome

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
My bitch beggin' me for Bottega
For that cheese, get 'em chopped like a bodega
Gotta roll at least an eighth, I can't blow vacs
Somewhere in the mountains, phone actin' like it's no data
Everybody want a verse nowadays
All these bitches want a purse nowadays
That shit crazy, ain't it?
Lil' boy stealin' sauce, you a baby Plankton
It's a long line to the top, that shit had made me patient