Huncho, I'm on the blocka Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah A power forward something like Ibaka Pull up, have 'em makin' noises Like Chewbacca, woah (Woah, woah) I'm on the blocka (Block)
Got devil's food, but this ain't Betty Crocker, no I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta) I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet (Facts) I watched them spendin' money on them Prada (Prada) Yeah, I like Prada but the devil likes the Prada too Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun And I don't talk in rooms, unless I feel the room The Louis Vuitton, that's why they treat me differеnt I'm with Lucien Clarke, we skatin' on thеse bitches In the green, I was poor They always treat me different Now, it's bands, galore (Yeah) And I can't keep a mistress, and I'm with the cause Not because it's trendin' and I sweep the floors When rappers talkin' figures and I reap rewards From all this fruit of labor, I would wear Dior But I am not a Christian
Huncho, I'm on the blocka (Block) Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah I ball with food somethin' like Ibaka (Ibaka) Pull up, have 'em makin' noises Like Chewbacca, woah (Woah, woah) I'm on the blocka (Block) Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka) Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
I like my house gated I don't really want no neighbors (Facts) When their ship was drownin' Huncholini was their savior (Sunk) Now they don't behave, I get the Drac' I'm on my worst behavior (Worst) Run the cake up, or get the bill paid (Cash) Finish all your whine, baby Come, let's fuck for leisure (Fuck) Come, let's fuck for pleasure (Fuck) Fuckin' with my wrist up (Wrist) Didn't get a look until I went And got my bread up (Cash, cash) Fuck the violations, we put bread down for Ukraine, yeah Get you down while I'm on business, somewhere in Odessa Presser, presser (Press, press) , get a Vespa The thing got sick, I think I'm sicker (I think I'm sicker) Ask Cage, you can ask my bruddas (Woo) We some pressure, got some diamonds That shit wasn't no pressure Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff, my eyes are redder But I'm fed up, really fed up Rappers turned to cappers, guess we're all in a new era (Rappers turned to cappers) , guess we're all in a new era (Rappers turned to cappers) , guess we're all in a new era
Guess we're all in a new era
Compositores: Mujtaba Khan, Hritik Tushar Pattni ECAD: Obra #35034619