[Intro:]
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up
[Verse 1:]
I'm the one who got the presi' flooded
You wear more chanel than anybody?
You the type to get ya man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a hummer
Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle
It's dirty when it got a homi on it
f** that n***a put a bounty on em
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin' noddin' off n***a
You was gettin' fronted runnin' off n***a
I made myself to a boss n***a
Put a hundred carats in a cross n***a
Put a 200 thousand on a cross n***a
Could never sleep cause it a cost n***as
They can never see my palms sweaty
You a never seen the hunger in me
I'm sick and tired of being humbled n***a
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
f** that n***a put a tracker on em
Then we throw a Pat Riley on em
These commas coming in
These haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in
My baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins
Get my n***a Conversary in the pen
Got the federallies on a n***a chin
f** the Benz, I'm a whip the Spur
f** my Spur & bought my b**h a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghost
I'm pushing Heroin right through NO
[Pre-Hook:]
Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me?
Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC
[Hook:]
Lil' Mexico turf a gang land
Maybe Kane like I'm Soloman
Does anybody k** a n***a?
Do you have the heart to k** a n***a?
100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran.
Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water
[Verse 2:]
Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia (my migos)
We on every channel when we pop it
Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it
They on 7th street
They gotta bunch of bodies
Gotta bunch of chains
My neck is very crowded
When I flood the street
They have a powder shower
Know the recipe, you need to learn about it
Finnesin' n***as, gotta learn about it
I could cook it in the microwave
I got ya baby momma with the sh**s
Got ya son sittin' on a brick
My teacher said I wouldn't be sh**
She even know what I represent
Free Band Gang President
Money up, everything n***a
Everything else irrelevant
[Hook]