My bitch not average, my lil shawty Astronomical
Thinkin' that you lit as HNR, that shit be comical
He say he gettin' money, but he lyin, pathological
Bitch, I'm John Madden, I can call a play without an audible
Yea, I'm Steve Kerr in 2016, tryna find my shooters
This beezy, she done f*cked all of the homies, I label her thooter
Pull up to the party foreign deeps, we ain't takin' no uber
Twin kicking bitches out, he leave them hoes on the curb like a scooter
Come with me and I'll be your tutor
I'm teachin' niggas bout the game and just how to maneuver
Even though we in the winter, I'm still gettin' hot
Put on Rick Ownens and step on top of the world feel like an astronaut
I'm down to take the risk cause nigga, No Guts No Glory
She tryna fake, but I'm the realest, baby, you can't ignore me
I can't remember this bitch name, finding dory
I'm the coach but when I step inside the game, I'm still scorin
Here, you can have your bitch back, she bougie and she borin
You see me with a Faygo or a Sprite, you know I'm pourin
We hotboxed the whip, I cannot see where I'm goin
The boys goin' up, if you don't see it, then you blind, nigga (Yop)
Tryna go to space and get this pape, I'm on my grind, nigga
I like to hold my wrist up to let you know that Ima shine, nigga
They want my energy, but I can't give them boys my time, nigga
See a bad bitch with her friends, Iso pull like I'm Deron, nigga, huh
She told me that her sign was a Leo
And just by that, I already knew she was a freak hoe
When I'm single, I be round' a lot of bitches, I don't cheat, tho
I crack miss uncrackable it was a free throw (Yop)
Get into the lane and slam it like I'm D. Rose
Told my mama I be changin' hoes like I change clothes (Naw fr)
Why the f*ck you flashin' money, them the same rolls
Only sold that nigga seven, I got eight bowls
I'm so in love with the fast life
Youngin' from the bottom, had to get my bag right
Show my wrist and lit the spot with no lights
It's like six straps in this Trackhawk with no dyke
I just hit the bitch in twenty minutes, I was in and I was out
Nigga, you a lame, you be doin' shit for clout
I know me and my brothers, we gon' blow and make it out
Punch God, pull up a beat, I make a song in any house
Yea
Prolly might be your bitch house too
Could be, you gotta know
Boyz
HNR PIE - Astronomical Lyrics
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My bitch not average, my lil shawty Astronomical
Thinkin' that you lit as HNR, that shit be comical
He say he gettin' money, but he lyin, pathological
Bitch, I'm John Madden, I can call a play without an audible
Yea, I'm Steve Kerr in 2016, tryna find my shooters
This beezy, she done f*cked all of the homies, I label her thooter
Pull up to the party foreign deeps, we ain't takin' no uber
Twin kicking bitches out, he leave them hoes on the curb like a scooter
Come with me and I'll be your tutor
I'm teachin' niggas bout the game and just how to maneuver
Even though we in the winter, I'm still gettin' hot
Put on Rick Ownens and step on top of the world feel like an astronaut
I'm down to take the risk cause nigga, No Guts No Glory
She tryna fake, but I'm the realest, baby, you can't ignore me
I can't remember this bitch name, finding dory
I'm the coach but when I step inside the game, I'm still scorin
Here, you can have your bitch back, she bougie and she borin
You see me with a Faygo or a Sprite, you know I'm pourin
We hotboxed the whip, I cannot see where I'm goin
The boys goin' up, if you don't see it, then you blind, nigga (Yop)
Tryna go to space and get this pape, I'm on my grind, nigga
I like to hold my wrist up to let you know that Ima shine, nigga
They want my energy, but I can't give them boys my time, nigga
See a bad bitch with her friends, Iso pull like I'm Deron, nigga, huh
She told me that her sign was a Leo
And just by that, I already knew she was a freak hoe
When I'm single, I be round' a lot of bitches, I don't cheat, tho
I crack miss uncrackable it was a free throw (Yop)
Get into the lane and slam it like I'm D. Rose
Told my mama I be changin' hoes like I change clothes (Naw fr)
Why the f*ck you flashin' money, them the same rolls
Only sold that nigga seven, I got eight bowls
I'm so in love with the fast life
Youngin' from the bottom, had to get my bag right
Show my wrist and lit the spot with no lights
It's like six straps in this Trackhawk with no dyke
I just hit the bitch in twenty minutes, I was in and I was out
Nigga, you a lame, you be doin' shit for clout
I know me and my brothers, we gon' blow and make it out
Punch God, pull up a beat, I make a song in any house
Yea
Prolly might be your bitch house too
Could be, you gotta know
Boyz
Thinkin' that you lit as HNR, that shit be comical
He say he gettin' money, but he lyin, pathological
Bitch, I'm John Madden, I can call a play without an audible
Yea, I'm Steve Kerr in 2016, tryna find my shooters
This beezy, she done f*cked all of the homies, I label her thooter
Pull up to the party foreign deeps, we ain't takin' no uber
Twin kicking bitches out, he leave them hoes on the curb like a scooter
Come with me and I'll be your tutor
I'm teachin' niggas bout the game and just how to maneuver
Even though we in the winter, I'm still gettin' hot
Put on Rick Ownens and step on top of the world feel like an astronaut
I'm down to take the risk cause nigga, No Guts No Glory
She tryna fake, but I'm the realest, baby, you can't ignore me
I can't remember this bitch name, finding dory
I'm the coach but when I step inside the game, I'm still scorin
Here, you can have your bitch back, she bougie and she borin
You see me with a Faygo or a Sprite, you know I'm pourin
We hotboxed the whip, I cannot see where I'm goin
The boys goin' up, if you don't see it, then you blind, nigga (Yop)
Tryna go to space and get this pape, I'm on my grind, nigga
I like to hold my wrist up to let you know that Ima shine, nigga
They want my energy, but I can't give them boys my time, nigga
See a bad bitch with her friends, Iso pull like I'm Deron, nigga, huh
She told me that her sign was a Leo
And just by that, I already knew she was a freak hoe
When I'm single, I be round' a lot of bitches, I don't cheat, tho
I crack miss uncrackable it was a free throw (Yop)
Get into the lane and slam it like I'm D. Rose
Told my mama I be changin' hoes like I change clothes (Naw fr)
Why the f*ck you flashin' money, them the same rolls
Only sold that nigga seven, I got eight bowls
I'm so in love with the fast life
Youngin' from the bottom, had to get my bag right
Show my wrist and lit the spot with no lights
It's like six straps in this Trackhawk with no dyke
I just hit the bitch in twenty minutes, I was in and I was out
Nigga, you a lame, you be doin' shit for clout
I know me and my brothers, we gon' blow and make it out
Punch God, pull up a beat, I make a song in any house
Yea
Prolly might be your bitch house too
Could be, you gotta know
Boyz
Writer: HNR PIE
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