lirik lagu stanwill – hide & seek
[intro]
huh, b~tch, i’m hoppin’ out that
what? b~tch, i’m hoppin’ out this— yeah, okay
what up, jose?
(jose the plug)
[verse]
hoppin’ out the suicide doors doin’ homicides
heard my opp a silverspoon, i’ll get his mama robbed
need at least an m to get my name on that dotted line
they keep askin’ ’bout that last opp, oh, he not alive
i ain’t took no ls, still know how to drive
ain’t had pocket change, now i’m poppin’ dimes
up a drum like dj when it’s drama time
quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line
they think it’s fresh up off the sk!llet how i’m blowin’ chicken
your b~tch the g~o~a~t with it how she blowin’ d~ck
bet i drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent
baccarat and zotti my aroma, b~tches know the scent
i could sell a b~tch a dream like she coretta scott
i’m gon’ pop if you reachin’, boy, you better not
i got sick of my old b~tch, new b~tch got wetter wap
i only trust in numbers, i think letters lie
your b~tch eatin’ healthy, got her in here pickle blowin’
b~tch could be a dime, i wouldn’t spend a nickel on it
spent four~fifty on a shirt ’cause virgil scribbled on it
how i’m sh~ttin’ on ’em daily, boy, this sh~t look simple, don’t it?
go against whoever, i don’t pick opponents
i don’t f~ck with morty, all my rick is owens
chemist in the lab how i whip up potion
told your ho i got the mag, showed that b~tch a trojan
i’m tired of oppies playin’ hide and seek
mini drac’ his minivan, i catch that odyssey
throw my b~tch in ‘lenciaga, she ain’t rockin’ pink
arp go bada~boom, glock, it go bada~bing
your b~tch in that room hittin’ notes, taught her how to sing
piggies ever ask what i know, tell ’em not a thing
bougie~ass glock, keep the pole in designer jeans
you ain’t gotta ask what i want, it’s the finer things
okay
tell a b~tch that i looked everywhere, ain’t find a f~ck to give
find it funny, i be f~ckin’ on her, you be f~ckin’ with her
he gon’ fight the glocky, think i’m racist, i won’t touch a n~gga
that sh~t silly as h~ll
alright, alright, alright, alright, come on
got your b~tch leaf blowin’ ’cause she know i rake pros
b~tch know i’m on, off how she take clothes
middle finger every pic, b~tch, i can’t pose
b~tch, i’m plugged in everywhere like some legos, no cap
make the ho believe in bigfoot, the sneakers triple s
camera, bnb, your b~tch and me, we made a triple~x
funny, ever since we started beefin’, opps been livin’ less
i just check my bank account if i get depressed
this sh~t get heavy, b~tch, we pitchin’, opps gon’ get the press
i already mastered scammin’, i might get the ‘rex
i go buy a weapon every time i get a threat
sh~t, f~ck it, i’m done rappin’, bro, no cap, no cap
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