Honey - Poundz

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky'

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (That's right)

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

My nigga SR don’t rasclat

Messy slap the old dots and tear man’s wig

He in the bando tryna make this dough

Got Pyrex on stove but it ain’t no dish

I link in GG for the force, no cap

He bust the old ting, leave bare man pissed

I used make Ps from a black brick phone

And now I make Ps on the raps man spit

Chattin' on bro, get your whole gang shot

Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop

Run a man down, two shanks, just me

No team, ten toes on a pagan block

Millitant yute if I back this Glock

I’ve got my young slime in the OT spot

The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs

No LSG ting when I OT bop

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky'

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky'

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I’ve got beef in the streets like fast food

Don’t play ball but I get man dunked

Gyal love how I do it like Lakers

Ball so hard, now my stack look dumb

I’m a chef like Gordon Ramsey

Good with a blade like a Chinese monk (Ching)

Cute gyal but her attitude mad

And her arse so big, she a gorgeous one

Got the dotty in the ride tryna blow man’s back

I was drillin' with the drillers when the nigga got whacked

Tell the chingers in the whips I’m tryna get a man splashed

If I pull up with my hitter then we’re bringing out wap

One car, four man, bare hard, no neeks

Jump out and attack, they ain’t realer than man

And the other side broke, they ain’t gettin' no dough

Little niggas my sons, they could never be fam

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky'

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money

I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys

No cap, real bad man ting

Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy

Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky'

In the streets, all the gyaldem love me

Had a note for the pagan yutes

If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money