Uh, yeah
Woo, you already know, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What if I never gave a f*ck how they felt
I know I'm nice, ain't no debate, I know it's hate
I love the race
Speeding through lights, I roll the dice
I love my life, yeah, might live it twice
I just finished robbing Chase
Watching out for private Jakes
Masking up, can't show my face
Cuz once this COVID hit, I hit a million licks
Bought a million sticks, you can choose a pick
If you wanna die or live
Violence is high as shit
But let a nigga violate
I'ma just annihilate
Everything he ever knew
Leave his body on the news
Coroners won't have a clue
Missing like he hung with blue
Paper trail through Baton Rouge
You could see I'm living good
Started out was in the hood
Broke as f*ck
Eating ramen noodles
Nigga, I was stuck
Trying to get my dollars up
Thinking robbing armored trucks
I just barely gave a f*ck
Even when they locked me up
I was trying, hold it down
Niggas snitching, hope he drown
If I see him, stick him up
Throw his body in the trunk
Probably smoke him like a Dutch
Leave his body in a ditch
Put him out just like a cig
Me, my niggas getting rich
And we into flipping shit
Too legit to f*cking quit
Bitches on my f*cking dick
Calling up my f*cking phone
Every time I'm coming home
Weed and liquor, got Patron
I'm just trying to f*cking own
All these acres, all this land
All this gold and all these guns
All these niggas shoot for fun
Show you where I'm f*cking from
Burnside nigga from the slums
Show you how to shoot your gun
Now we eating, now we stuffed
Bitches looking at me stuck
Middle fingers always up
Cause I could never give a f*ck
WHAT?
Life and times of a gangster
I deserve a movie
Now I put these diamonds on your head like Uzi
Salute me or shoot me
Head on the pavement
Wearing my kufi
Stafallah, Cause all these groupies keep saying they trying to chew me
Fluently talk the language of the mob
Like I'm Italian
Just make sure it's water when we talking about medallions
Me and Fallon
6E chilling
Ain't had no stylist
Laundry pilling
I was trying to get this dust in by the gallon
She, she and she want me
I think I'm gyallis
New crib look like a palace
Eating lobster over salad
Switch the flow like sneakers
Raised around tweakers
Me and Ayesha
Used to talk about the demons
I had that talk with my nieces
Pieces I used to hunt for
Got a taste, now I want more
Window shopping
Couldn't afford the purchase
Shit I once stole
They hustle and they scamming here
Pick a spot we landing there
Hand in hand with grams
I heard the smokers say the champions here
I know a fiend
Clean this whole block up
For a can of beer
Yeah
Get right to the front
Look like I ran through clear
When you focused
They feel it
You got a glow about you
Bullets for emotional niggas
I'll blow the hoe up out you
Pablo
Yeah, what
Bronx
Braend Lee - H.W.B (feat. Dave East) Lyrics
Braend Lee - H.W.B (feat. Dave East) Lyrics
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English
Uh, yeah
Woo, you already know, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What if I never gave a f*ck how they felt
I know I'm nice, ain't no debate, I know it's hate
I love the race
Speeding through lights, I roll the dice
I love my life, yeah, might live it twice
I just finished robbing Chase
Watching out for private Jakes
Masking up, can't show my face
Cuz once this COVID hit, I hit a million licks
Bought a million sticks, you can choose a pick
If you wanna die or live
Violence is high as shit
But let a nigga violate
I'ma just annihilate
Everything he ever knew
Leave his body on the news
Coroners won't have a clue
Missing like he hung with blue
Paper trail through Baton Rouge
You could see I'm living good
Started out was in the hood
Broke as f*ck
Eating ramen noodles
Nigga, I was stuck
Trying to get my dollars up
Thinking robbing armored trucks
I just barely gave a f*ck
Even when they locked me up
I was trying, hold it down
Niggas snitching, hope he drown
If I see him, stick him up
Throw his body in the trunk
Probably smoke him like a Dutch
Leave his body in a ditch
Put him out just like a cig
Me, my niggas getting rich
And we into flipping shit
Too legit to f*cking quit
Bitches on my f*cking dick
Calling up my f*cking phone
Every time I'm coming home
Weed and liquor, got Patron
I'm just trying to f*cking own
All these acres, all this land
All this gold and all these guns
All these niggas shoot for fun
Show you where I'm f*cking from
Burnside nigga from the slums
Show you how to shoot your gun
Now we eating, now we stuffed
Bitches looking at me stuck
Middle fingers always up
Cause I could never give a f*ck
WHAT?
Life and times of a gangster
I deserve a movie
Now I put these diamonds on your head like Uzi
Salute me or shoot me
Head on the pavement
Wearing my kufi
Stafallah, Cause all these groupies keep saying they trying to chew me
Fluently talk the language of the mob
Like I'm Italian
Just make sure it's water when we talking about medallions
Me and Fallon
6E chilling
Ain't had no stylist
Laundry pilling
I was trying to get this dust in by the gallon
She, she and she want me
I think I'm gyallis
New crib look like a palace
Eating lobster over salad
Switch the flow like sneakers
Raised around tweakers
Me and Ayesha
Used to talk about the demons
I had that talk with my nieces
Pieces I used to hunt for
Got a taste, now I want more
Window shopping
Couldn't afford the purchase
Shit I once stole
They hustle and they scamming here
Pick a spot we landing there
Hand in hand with grams
I heard the smokers say the champions here
I know a fiend
Clean this whole block up
For a can of beer
Yeah
Get right to the front
Look like I ran through clear
When you focused
They feel it
You got a glow about you
Bullets for emotional niggas
I'll blow the hoe up out you
Pablo
Yeah, what
Bronx
Woo, you already know, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What if I never gave a f*ck how they felt
I know I'm nice, ain't no debate, I know it's hate
I love the race
Speeding through lights, I roll the dice
I love my life, yeah, might live it twice
I just finished robbing Chase
Watching out for private Jakes
Masking up, can't show my face
Cuz once this COVID hit, I hit a million licks
Bought a million sticks, you can choose a pick
If you wanna die or live
Violence is high as shit
But let a nigga violate
I'ma just annihilate
Everything he ever knew
Leave his body on the news
Coroners won't have a clue
Missing like he hung with blue
Paper trail through Baton Rouge
You could see I'm living good
Started out was in the hood
Broke as f*ck
Eating ramen noodles
Nigga, I was stuck
Trying to get my dollars up
Thinking robbing armored trucks
I just barely gave a f*ck
Even when they locked me up
I was trying, hold it down
Niggas snitching, hope he drown
If I see him, stick him up
Throw his body in the trunk
Probably smoke him like a Dutch
Leave his body in a ditch
Put him out just like a cig
Me, my niggas getting rich
And we into flipping shit
Too legit to f*cking quit
Bitches on my f*cking dick
Calling up my f*cking phone
Every time I'm coming home
Weed and liquor, got Patron
I'm just trying to f*cking own
All these acres, all this land
All this gold and all these guns
All these niggas shoot for fun
Show you where I'm f*cking from
Burnside nigga from the slums
Show you how to shoot your gun
Now we eating, now we stuffed
Bitches looking at me stuck
Middle fingers always up
Cause I could never give a f*ck
WHAT?
Life and times of a gangster
I deserve a movie
Now I put these diamonds on your head like Uzi
Salute me or shoot me
Head on the pavement
Wearing my kufi
Stafallah, Cause all these groupies keep saying they trying to chew me
Fluently talk the language of the mob
Like I'm Italian
Just make sure it's water when we talking about medallions
Me and Fallon
6E chilling
Ain't had no stylist
Laundry pilling
I was trying to get this dust in by the gallon
She, she and she want me
I think I'm gyallis
New crib look like a palace
Eating lobster over salad
Switch the flow like sneakers
Raised around tweakers
Me and Ayesha
Used to talk about the demons
I had that talk with my nieces
Pieces I used to hunt for
Got a taste, now I want more
Window shopping
Couldn't afford the purchase
Shit I once stole
They hustle and they scamming here
Pick a spot we landing there
Hand in hand with grams
I heard the smokers say the champions here
I know a fiend
Clean this whole block up
For a can of beer
Yeah
Get right to the front
Look like I ran through clear
When you focused
They feel it
You got a glow about you
Bullets for emotional niggas
I'll blow the hoe up out you
Pablo
Yeah, what
Bronx
Writer: Braend Lee, Dave East
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid