Henny & Everyting

Drunk off the Henny, I roll two spliffs Boogie, he just shot my video, I used to shoot his
I'm ratchet everywhere, like my cousins, auntie blue kids
I treat this restaurant like Mickey D's, but it's Ruth Chris
What that mean, doggy, I don't give two shits Run the tab up, it's just money, it don't mean shit

High tech, cost your boy a hundred for the line Caught it on camera, with me, he just spilled it on the ground
Taylor G, that's my doggy, we go way back Like four flats in a Cadillac
Saw the opps, I ain't had a strap, told him toss me that Dumped it on him, then I tossed it back
Skrt, that's a wrap, huh, no cap, we was playin' hot potato with the straps

And now we all in this bitch with thirties attached And yeah, we all gettin' lit, give Wardie a match
Got perks all different ages, five to thirties And if they cash on deck, I can fly you a birdie
I ain't the one to start the beef, but I fry up the burger
Poppin a Molly before class, call it higher learning Multitask, findin' the cash while I find my purpose

Congratulations to any nigga that passed 30 Cause they ain't old, these lil' niggas is dyin' early
My daddy gone, but mother nature provide him for me Kill you with a smile on my face just to be kind hearted
Time come, which part the boy, I go run Have a matic, and Riffle for any part where him turn
Fill him up with lead after me, empty me gun all of your niggas them get it too, me not spare no man

Inna your yard, then me come visit you, inna You're living room mi nuh business who
Deh deh, cause the whole of them, ago can feel it too
Right in the afternoon, from morning, we are pre the fool
Catch up on them lunch break, I make me dogs, them come eatin' food

That's just the interlude, this is not a interview
Sixteen bullets exit me gun, I'll sixteen bullets enter you
Make my heart fly like a Pegasus, ten steps ahead of you
Throw me straight out the gate, hey girl you don't know me name

Plan this before the fame, brandish me gun on him
Send him up to me father, if he miss me brother name
Just come back from the border, but love for the game
You're a clique full of lames, land them off with a hand grenade

It never left me side, raise it on your face and make it bark

Time come, which part the boy a go run
Have a matic and rifle for any part where him turn
Fill him up with lead after me, empty me gun
All of you niggas dem a get it up, me nah spare no man

Inna your yard dem me come visit you, you livin' from where the business suit
Dead there cause the whole of dem a go feel it too
Right in the afternoon, from morning, we are pre the food
Catch up on them lunch break, I make me dogs, them come eatin' food