i can sense it - hyjro lyrics
i feel the hate i can sense it
quarter backing my whole squad with precision
mind on my money just minding my business
you say you a real n-gga but you pretending
all the bad b-tches gon’ notice my entrance
we not the same cause we got different interests
serve out a honda can’t see me, it’s tinted
getting “(tired) tide” of you n-ggas like i played for crimson
me and my choppa that’s my only friendship
f-ck with my k!llas we put you in friendship
undertaker , grim reaper, we digging the ditches
the gas is too loud, you gon smell me with incense
don’t give af who you is , gon acknowledge my presence
you would think i’m god cause they ask me for blessing
suboxone & morphine, put grammys on metric
is hyjro getting money? that ain’t no question!
i f-ck on that b-tch then i f-ck on her bestie
trapper of the year should of won me a espy
play with my cash put yo -ss in a pedigree
pull out the choppa put you on a front of tee
these p-ssy -ss n-ggas make sure they remember me
it’s doa when lenchy touchdown from tennessee
i’m all in her mouth like i work for the dentistry
dmg n-gga we been an anomaly
i feel the hate i can sense it
quarter backing my whole squad with precision
mind on my money just minding my business
you say you a real n-gga but you pretending
all the bad b-tches gon’ notice my entrance
we not the same cause we got different interests
serve out a honda can’t see me, it’s tinted
getting “(tired) tide” of you n-ggas like i played for crimson
just front me the pack, i’ll be back in a jiffy
run off on the plug for what ? that n-gga help me
spreading these rumors tryna f-ck my name up
too many fake n-ggas they f-ckin the game up
local -ss n-ggas they think that they famous
they feelings they self but i cannot blame em
just keep doing me and running these racks up
if you looking for the source then hyjro the one you should ask for
35 yeah that’s what i got the quack for
the junkies then doing the dashboard
she gon lemme f-ck, i didn’t pay no cash for it
reading my tats like the tats were the tabloids
f-ck all these haters, don’t see em no way
f-ck these lil b-tches don’t need em no way
no hey or handshakes i don’t greet em no way
go to re up smoking weed on the way
feel the hate i can sense it
quarter backing my whole squad with precision
mind on my money just minding my business
you say you a real n-gga but you pretending
all the bad b-tches gon’ notice my entrance
we not the same cause we got different interests
serve out a honda can’t see me, it’s tinted
getting “(tired) tide” of you n-ggas like i played for crimson
package it up then ship it then send up
ask me how i’m doing oh thank you i’m splendid
all this green on me, okay i’m grinch’n
all this stanky weed on me, i’m stinch’n
high as f-ck locked the key in the car i was trippin
oooo sippin lean like i’m from texas
oooo she bad she s-xy her complexion
too bad you mad cause yo cash anorexic
feel the hate i can sense it
quarter backing my whole squad with precision
mind on my money just minding my business
you say you a real n-gga but you pretending
all the bad b-tches gon’ notice my entrance
we not the same cause we got different interests
serve out a honda can’t see me, it’s tinted
getting “(tired) tide” of you n-ggas like i played for crimson
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