Hunnid On Dash

Whippin hunnid on the dash, camera lights see me flash
Louis V for the bag, ace the game like a test
Shutter shades for the press
Whippin hunnid on the dash
Whippin hunnid on the dash
Whippin hunnid on the dash
All this hip-hop in Indo
I run the game to the end zone
A V12 like a Enzo
Fear Of God like Lorenzo
Houston Rocket like James Harden
Houston Texas where I came from
Used to tell me that I ain’t shit
It’s news to me that you made shit
You told me you runnin' the boss shit
Your music just sound like an offspring
Of the greatest rapper that’s me
I be winnin' like an athlete
Golden medal like a track team
Need to brush up cause I’m nasty
Pull up on you in a Aston
Turn your bitch into my wifey
(Pre-Hook)
Bust out the Xan, call out the man
Runnin the city I got me a plan
(HOOK)
(Verse 2: Saesar)
I never whipped that coca
But I get the gist
Swagger cold Minnesota
That’s how I took your bitch
That’s how I rock the crowd
Every weekend goin' wild
Always on that loud
I can’t turn it down
Ridin' round real mean with the whole team
We not fiends, real kings for the whole thing (That green brocolli)
SouthJa yungins in the building
Look all the rappers we killin
All we do is makin millions
All they do is catching feelings
(Pre-Hook)
(HOOK)