Huncho Huncho it's time to go
Get back get back before I blow
My hair it grow
Wild as shit
My crown still fit
I'm vile with it
The sickest spit you down ever heard
A little soul intertwined within every word
Hits no miss I'm dropping 3s like I'm Larry bird
This right here more like a alley oop tho
Off the glass to Giannis the giant Antetokounmpo
In a two door
Lane changing
Blowing on that you know
Just talking slick so the charges don't stick
Where if my from you see twelve
You gotta take off quick and pray to god
They don't hit you with the stick
I'm shistey grimy
Y'all niggas just rhyming
I'm lyrically intelligent why even try me
A bar for bar is not a toe to toe bout
I'm trying to eat y'all motivated by the clout
These flows flow out like water spout
These hoes show out just close yo mouth
These shows sold out that's paper route
Won't find no hospitality down in the south
Won't ever hear me speak on another out my mouth
Same lighters lighting blunts burning bridges
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
I'll gotten gains gained by three minds scheming
I'm a certified real life vile ass Demond
F*ck a cougar all I hear is her damn child screaming
I got classy bitches sipping on my semen
Y'all want my throne
You niggas must be dreaming
Four niggas six hoes we stay tag teaming
Stop the press, stop the press here's the news
Huncho's just a problem man I'm giving them the blues
Meanwhile they bitch is dropping clues
Cause she want to ride with crew
Asking what I got to do
I need some bud
Her friend the plug
Well tell that bitch to come on through
Now I'm smashing on two
And blowing dro till I'm through
On my throne y'all wouldn't know what to do
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
HunchoTroy - Head Huncho (feat. Detre Val) Lyrics
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Huncho Huncho it's time to go
Get back get back before I blow
My hair it grow
Wild as shit
My crown still fit
I'm vile with it
The sickest spit you down ever heard
A little soul intertwined within every word
Hits no miss I'm dropping 3s like I'm Larry bird
This right here more like a alley oop tho
Off the glass to Giannis the giant Antetokounmpo
In a two door
Lane changing
Blowing on that you know
Just talking slick so the charges don't stick
Where if my from you see twelve
You gotta take off quick and pray to god
They don't hit you with the stick
I'm shistey grimy
Y'all niggas just rhyming
I'm lyrically intelligent why even try me
A bar for bar is not a toe to toe bout
I'm trying to eat y'all motivated by the clout
These flows flow out like water spout
These hoes show out just close yo mouth
These shows sold out that's paper route
Won't find no hospitality down in the south
Won't ever hear me speak on another out my mouth
Same lighters lighting blunts burning bridges
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
I'll gotten gains gained by three minds scheming
I'm a certified real life vile ass Demond
F*ck a cougar all I hear is her damn child screaming
I got classy bitches sipping on my semen
Y'all want my throne
You niggas must be dreaming
Four niggas six hoes we stay tag teaming
Stop the press, stop the press here's the news
Huncho's just a problem man I'm giving them the blues
Meanwhile they bitch is dropping clues
Cause she want to ride with crew
Asking what I got to do
I need some bud
Her friend the plug
Well tell that bitch to come on through
Now I'm smashing on two
And blowing dro till I'm through
On my throne y'all wouldn't know what to do
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
Get back get back before I blow
My hair it grow
Wild as shit
My crown still fit
I'm vile with it
The sickest spit you down ever heard
A little soul intertwined within every word
Hits no miss I'm dropping 3s like I'm Larry bird
This right here more like a alley oop tho
Off the glass to Giannis the giant Antetokounmpo
In a two door
Lane changing
Blowing on that you know
Just talking slick so the charges don't stick
Where if my from you see twelve
You gotta take off quick and pray to god
They don't hit you with the stick
I'm shistey grimy
Y'all niggas just rhyming
I'm lyrically intelligent why even try me
A bar for bar is not a toe to toe bout
I'm trying to eat y'all motivated by the clout
These flows flow out like water spout
These hoes show out just close yo mouth
These shows sold out that's paper route
Won't find no hospitality down in the south
Won't ever hear me speak on another out my mouth
Same lighters lighting blunts burning bridges
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
The past has a way of haunting you it's viscous
I'll gotten gains gained by three minds scheming
I'm a certified real life vile ass Demond
F*ck a cougar all I hear is her damn child screaming
I got classy bitches sipping on my semen
Y'all want my throne
You niggas must be dreaming
Four niggas six hoes we stay tag teaming
Stop the press, stop the press here's the news
Huncho's just a problem man I'm giving them the blues
Meanwhile they bitch is dropping clues
Cause she want to ride with crew
Asking what I got to do
I need some bud
Her friend the plug
Well tell that bitch to come on through
Now I'm smashing on two
And blowing dro till I'm through
On my throne y'all wouldn't know what to do
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
F*ck walking in my shits y'all couldn't lace up my shoes
Writer: Joshua Despania
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