Bodega BAMZ - H.P.I.C. lyrics

[Hook: Bodega Bamz] I'm the H.P.I.C: Head Papi In Charge Alejandro Sosa, Pablo Escobar Fiction and facts, plastic or Saran wrap Real life sh**, talking 'bout y'all I'm the H.P.I.C: Head Papi In Charge Alejandro Sosa, Pablo Escobar Fiction and facts, plastic or Saran wrap Real life sh**, talking 'bout y'all [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Finger f**ing the b**hes of all these famous rap stars Who cares about money they put my name next to yours I don't wanna make friends, just making ends with the bars I'm tired of hearing the same old f**ing song What happened to thugs? It's like there's only room for love Everybody is cool, they all a part of one blood Well f** Illuminati f** a Mase and all above This is rap, where's the competition? Just a bunch of hoes Catching feelings, quiet dissing, I'm from where you say, "f** that n***a" And say his name in his face and pull the trigger Too many lawyers, not enough law breakers Everybody's vocal, bring the jawbreakers backstage n***as copping, please, get on Twitter with a different story My heart chilly like [?], that's what you get shorty I'm not concerned with the riches they see ‘Cause every dog has his day, even vicious, ask me [Hook: Bodega Bamz] I'm the H.P.I.C: Head Papi In Charge Alejandro Sosa, Pablo Escobar Fiction and facts, plastic or Saran wrap Real life sh**, talking 'bout y'all [Verse 2: Lil Eto] Feeling like Papi, [?] [?], [?] Mantequilla, dulce Cocina, they know me now And I ain't make a hundred thousand yet But I'm still the H.P.I.C. on my set Money came and went but I never left Like [?], real n***as gotta stay blessed Couple hundred dollars I fumbled with and I made it work I huddle up with gualas, my youngin sh** in his favorite shirt We'll gun 'em up for products, then stuff a spliff with a eighth of dirt Punching in the clock and then hugging strips ‘cause he hates the work Tucking in the cops, with a rubber grip and it spray berserk If one of us get shot, pray it doesn't hit by the brain and [?] You groveling or not, all that fronting sh** get you slayed and murked If you ain't alert, I won't change it first