Hp3 - Chuff Lyrics

Chuff yuh

Okay I'm reloaded like scarface
Choppa spraying 'round the whole place
Hop in the whip and I skrrrt
Cuz the Masarati go speed race
And you know I got the Draco on me
Niggas falling like it's plinko homie
Oh you wanna talk dirty on me
Leave yo girlie feeling really lonely
Milly rock like I'm Carti
Money moves like I'm Cardi
Bag 'em up like I'm Gotti
Desert eagle Holla back like Stefani
I play no games I'm no f*cking Atari
My new TEC-9 is the life of the party
Making moves after killing fools
Doing drive bys my brand new Ferrari
Nigga know I'll pull up with that pistol
Have you feeling like Aldo when I hit you
However you want it the glick or the choppa
Or we can throw hands I don't need guns to end you
Beat smooth like peanut butter
Flow sweet like jelly
Getting these bucks like a hunter
Trap moves on the celly
I'm a bona fide stunter
My other car is a heli
F*cking on your baby mother
Put it all up in her belly
Hard d like I'm Delly
Finnesin' was my first sport
Balling like I'm steph
Mitchell and Ness
How I make moves on the court
I'd do anything to get more ched'
These niggas will get extorted
They'll be laying on the floor dead
Go extinct dinosaur
Tommy come straight from the store
Then I pull on yo crib
Then I f*ck on your whore
Leave after I make her sore

I only f*ck with bad bitches
I'm finished with the wack bitches
Marble floors in my upstairs kitchen
Know a nigga went rags to riches
I was gon come with another flow but I just said f*ck that
Tommy gang with a tommy gun and a tommy drum make his body splat
Pulled up with a new lamb and my bitch talm bout where the rari at
Talk shit on my f*cking gang and I'll put his ass in a body bag
Bought a Tommy bag for my tommy bitch
Hp3 getting tommy rich
I spray like raid and I gun em down got em running round when that tommy hit
Like tay k I was like f*ck a beat
Then f*cked round and I made a beat
That's me and all my tommy niggas
Boy you know we stay with that f*cking heat
That's heat as in a f*cking fire rap
Desert eagle uzi and a mac
It's me bitches like Swizz Beatz
Boy swiss cheese when I hit him in the back
You know what it is little bitch don't act new
Act foul and we gon get to popping like Act II
I'm on a kill streak so my dogs gonna come and attack you
And I don't subtweet them bullets gon' be coming at you
First off nigga let me load my pistols
Nigga you you a bitch and niggas you rock with is bitches too
Keep talking shit behind my back that's what bitches do
Tommy gang Choo Choo and we bringing your bitches through
Oh my god

I don't freestyle cuz my written are vicious
Nigga act a fool I'll leave him sleeping with the fishes
Surrounded by thirty-five bad bitches
She rub my dick like she tryna get three wishes
Pull up in a Hellcat cuz I don't rock with a Wraith
Why you f*cking that big bitch she s f*cking Behr she paint
Yogur slurp me like Gogurt and I ain't talking Yoplait
When I get to spraying I wave back and forth like hip hop hooray
No real talent
Not a real artist
But tell me the ones with no talent go the farthest
Not real rap
So I gotta fake it
Always gonna have to push the limit til I break it
Ask me how
I can do it all
'Cause unlike you I didn't try to run before I crawl
Now understand this
I don't wanna repeat
The mother f*cking tommy gang hp3 can't be beat bitch
Hp3 bitch you know I am the man
Tommy on my shirt and a tommy in my hands
Niggas talking shit I don't really understand
F*ck round with the gang and I'll lay you in the sand

Hold up one more

Rocking tommy cos you know we is the riches
Surrounded by thirty-five bad bitches
Your girl chillin' in my kitchen
Washing all the dishes
Making me and my niggas sandwiches

That's it
That's it no more
I ran out of steam
Thomas the Train head ass
TG
Hp3
Bitch
Chuff Yuh