YG Ivy - HMC lyrics

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YG Ivy - HMC lyrics

[Hook: Woop] Geek up on these n***as like I took a gram with molly (Aye) Geek up on these n***as like I caught another body (Geek up) Geek up on these n***as like I'm rollin' gangsta exotic Geek up on these n***as, geek up on these, geek up on these Holy moly choppa, I been playing with the rifle (3x) Holy moly, tat-tat! Holy moly, tat-tat! [Verse 1: YG Ivy] The stripper booty cheeky you know lil Uzi clap n***as clap n***as In a stick-up with some mouse cause you know we trap n***as (Where you going?) Rock out Uzi, one n***a, two pistols Young n***as, three pop, two cookers in the kitchen Pull up on a f** n***a, heard he want beef (Beef) Too much sneak dissing, I'm just dissing on the sneak (Sneak) Shoot him in the ear, bang bang, Dre Beats f** 12, f** county, f** O.P.D. (f** 'em) Keys in my car but it's a push start I can pull up when it's dark or even broad day, though I own so much cars, my respect is a bar code I'd rather thumb through a check and sit next to my rifle (No lies) Pull up to your trap with three Thai hoes Then I chop the brick like Tae Kwon Do (Kwon Do) b*tch I keep like them 9's like I'm Rondo! Pull up in an unknown John Doe! [Hook: Woop] [Verse 2: Woop] Kickin' with the choppa, I be [?] Choppa made in Japan, kick-kicking at your a** Break the Swisher Sweet down and fill it up with swag (Good gas) Red bottoms with pounds and MCM book bags Ice on my shoes, no styling (No styling) Paid that n***a f** boy, f** for the free (f** her for the free) Trap booming hard, boy you can get a key Trap booming hard, sell you 33 a piece Word to my n***as, we the lords (We the lords) Sharks in the trap house, snakes in the yard (Sss!) I'm getting purple pounds in the slums f** what he did, why he came and where he from "Hello, you my friend. I know you my friend." Claim you ain't friendly but friendly as f** Choppa chop shop, I'm choppin' 'em up Take a crack rock and cuttin' it up Take a Gucci bu*ton down and bu*ton 'em up (bu*ton it up) No more fake friends, you f**ing [?] Black hearse wagon, you can't even drive it (can't even drive it) Holy moly choppa, running with the rifle [Hook: Woop]

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