Lyrics Oldie - HD

Oldie

Niggas always tryna steal our shit
Keep jocking HD, watch me steal your bitch
Quit jocking my slang, get off my dick
I can’t let a nigga steal me so the premium on my hip (Gas)
If you see me with a Sprite I’m finna spike it (Syrup)
Quarterbacking grams and ounces, my bitch hike it (you bitch)
I don’t tear the club up, I beat your car up (Smack Smack)
I brought the K out, then put the AR up (Smack Smack)
Press your hard luck, I be grinding like Starbucks
Early morning breaking down soft, cutting hard up
Rocks fat like the Parkers
Fathers day, I’m checking chicken out your daughter
Ice City, I protect my land like a farmer
H a stone cold killer, like Jeffrey Dahmer (Smack Smack)
S.I.P.
Lil Boonts, A.K.A.
Jeffrey Smith
From a 40 to a 45, I stay with a Smith
Where you at Whoadie, come get your block knocked off
HD taking shots And-1 like hot sauce
Niggas never on shit, niggas is not boss
Niggas never wanna pull triggers when it pop off
Record in the trap while I get my rocks off
Shout my nigga Bug for smacking just so we could joog off (Bug)
Because I know it come back on time like a G-Shock
Bearface a bunch of real niggas like D-Block
Real nigga shit, B&E coming real soon
Lay it down straight for the guap in the backroom
As for us, I been like this since the womb
Alaeh came out like her daddy on the seventeenth (Daddy got you)
Still trapping from the first to the fifteenth
I was selling weed before they had 2 for 15
Dub sacks or a dime of some good green
Might lash on a nigga cause he look green
I never been green but a nigga get green
Red syrup same color as BJ’s beam (Thank you)
Never met Gucci but I got the iciest team (Ice City)
ABC Ice City, 456 king
Free Blast, free Spice, Mr. Carbon 15
Bearface thank you, lash him out his jeans
Still searching for a real love like Mary J
I fell in love with the game then she stole my heart away
H rep the 1 like Penny Hardaway
Go hard for my team tryna chase this Guapole
But it’s always a fake nigga that’ll player hate
Always acting like he don’t hate, smiling in my face (Bitch-ass nigga)
HD the Goer, Lil Rod got the AK
Tag a nigga face up when the goer spray (Smack Smack)
You could call that a work of art
The art of HD, I leave broken hearts
Bearface throwing bullets in the dark like darts
Put H in the water, I’mma drown a shark
Put H in the cage, I’mma come out smarter
Stronger, it’s North Oakland I never click up
Young goer been going, slow niggas pick up
Where I left off, let the MAK-90 hiccup
These 7 points is what’s going on like Marvin
Had to feed a bitch nigga because I seen he was starving
Anything ain’t about Guapole you could park it
Lay it down and count thangs, to the game I’mma charge it (Count thangs)
You on that star shit taking bitches out
I’m taking bitches down when I’m out, HD (Ha)
I check chicken like KFC
Suckas playing both sides like a referee
I can’t let a trife bitch get the best of me
I aim my?
Kater like Destiny
Straight signed, got deals on the ecstacy
With a hammer and a bad ho next to me
And this Ruger be the next to speak
Think I’m jozzing, I’mma let the Nina peck your cheek
HD go, North, West, the East
Bad bitches Down South put my name in they teeth (Thank you)
My block hot like South Beach
Sucka just hit a bitch on Lil Nuge street
I want to kill him, I could taste it like Promethazine
I’m ready to take that ride in that limosine
Not H so I’m rocking with that lemon squeeze
Just might let it drip if a nigga sneeze
See something crazy or even blink
I’mma leave a nigga leaking like a kitchen sink, thank you