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hunnid grand - derek rinsema lyrics

[intro * derek rinsema]

(uhhh…. yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh! [yo, yo] ay! do*do*do! listen. you don’t get it, nah)

[derek rinsema]
i’m done with that wack sh*t
done with the acting
hung with a bad chick slurping
that ain’t past tense
point me to the bad sh*t
if you pointing my way imma hit you with a mac*10
put you in a casket

all my homies know my mental batsh*t
mad sh*t
bags under my eyes check the tagged pics
i don’t even need to win the prize
imma sn*tch it
leader of the titans in disguise
call me atlas

(a*1, ain’t done)
she rubbing me like steak sauce
i’m the f*cking big boss
trust me this sh*t ain’t fun
imma need some big guns to point at all you f*ckers and go
(do*do*do)
blood all on the bread i call it smuckers
you some suckers, ay
you know me well then i come to play
if my sh*t don’t sell come another day
imma raise some h*ll, ain’t no other way
with my dogs, we some strays, b*tch
be afraid
at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

yeah, i know you hate me
yeah, i know that lately
i been going crazy
don’t need you to save me
rolling with the hazy*eyed boys from the az
i don’t need no b*tch– no officer to tase me

i been going–
hold up, wait
i’m amazing
looking like i’m mainstream
haters tried to flame me
rose from that sh*t like storylines, we gaming
yeah, life’s a test
this b*tch, i’m ace*ing
at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

[conductor bizz]
look like i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
i got some fiends who hit my line but i just treat them like the feds
ain’t taking calls, you want that work then go*head pull up to my fence
why you tryna test your fate when knowing you’d never stand a chance
we too fly

yea
lately i been feeling like the monster
like push me one more time i might just blow up this whole concert
bullets fly
bust right through them gates ain’t need no password
f*ck it though
tell them keep on grinding ‘till that sh*t works
(uh, yea)
no easy days for my enemies
the master of this universe n0body else be high as me
(uh, yea)
something like a comet or a novelty
just know there’s only one of me
you try me, get turned to casualty
do this sh*t i actually
whenever they move it’s gradually
i can see they on to plan b
i’m unplugging all they batteries
what they say do not matter to b
ain’t even started, they tryna be me
i know they nervous when i’m up to the t
can’t trust no one so i’m keeping receipts
ra!
at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

at the ground floor i’m tryna get the bag
at the ground floor i’m tryna beat the bands
at the ground floor i’m screaming “f*ck, the fans!”
at the ground floor kept it a hunnid grand

- derek rinsema lyrics

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