Lyrics Hate To Say - M Huncho

Hate To Say

Busy busy, yeah my lifestyles busy
Air Force Ones, old school babe ridin' with me
Ridin' with me
Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing M
If I could start again I’d do it all again
If I could choose my friends I’d do it all again
Could have been a millionaire, I couldn’t phone a friend
Cause we’re family and they got my back that’s gladly
Conversations about some grammys no awards we’re talking grammys
Stepping into motives looking swanky
Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky
Plastic on my private, in case it gets funky
I don’t need no kids cause these hoes they don’t love me
The streets they don’t love me
My creator loves me so I’m hoping that he guides me
I’m having nightmares full of fighting but its me against myself saying 'fight
me'
Battles with my soul they wouldn’t understand the crime sprees
All the tag teams, to make this money lanky
I only followed you, you’re some eye candy
They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally
Cause the way I keep these tallys, sorry yeah I kept the tally
Tallying all these shots up in the morning
Yeah I’ll be real this life is boring
Got a shot in ally pally
Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys
Nothing’s more important than family
For them I’d give this up, I’d do it gladly
Same way she just took off her panties
It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread
It all began from the time they cared about their creds
Panicking, keep on running into feds
Package things, stash up in the kitchenette
Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho
No I ain’t' no cut throat, if it ever came to that you know that I’d be cut
throat
My bitch don’t know I do this music but still I’d give her sore throats
Expensive jackets, goose coats
Expensive jackets, moose coats
Expensive jackets, fur coats
It’s all needed yeah yeah cause these roads cold
Digging through the dirt I’m trying to find gold
Remember when I worked from a five fold
Same shit just a different day
Same routine now I turn up kinda late
Cause music ain’t a priority I gotta make a change
My brother got some yuts he needs some change
My brothers in the can yeah they need some change
Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change
Can’t blackball me yeah you need to change
You know I ain’t a boy up in this fucking game
Busy busy yeah my lifestyles busy
Air Force Ones, old school babe riding with me
Ridin' with me
You zimmie, you zimmie
This industry couldn’t see me
I just made a 1unna
I just made another
Giving her the pipe like plumber
I will never cuff her
Smoking so much Stardawg
I’m reminiscing times with my dawgs in the summer
I’ve never been a next mans runner, had my own feet that’s runner
Had to bag this grub I was 1up
Stinky ass yard, with mode on the come up
It’s raining outside I stepped in when it was sun up
I stepped out twelve hours later still sun up
God willing, I get to pick my son up
Tired of telling all these bummy jiggas get your funds up
Yeah that’s my end of year summer
Used to walk miles to my shirt that’s a milestone
Allergic reaction, can’t be around Five-O
When they caught me up in wotty now
Fam getting rushed that was my woe
I catch him on the rebound its live oh
Yeah they’ve had their prime but everyones prime goes
Huncho, Optimus Prime though
This dick turned this hoe into a psycho
Got this new pack and its Avant-garde
Getting feedback shots saying 'oh my lord'
Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard
Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard
I pull up uninvited no greeting card
I don’t think about them man I disregard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard