the hilton - kasher quon lyrics
[intro]
chains clinkin’ and sh*t
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
[chorus]
i just poured up some hi*tech and i spilled it
this b*tch just said, “where you at?” the hilton
i’m in room number three*oh*three
i got a bad b*tch in a room tryna f*ck on me
so you know it’s finna go down
my clip wasn’t full, i shot my opp with four rounds
and i’m finna catch a flight to cali’ for four pounds
i’m chillin’ in the studio right now with propane
[verse 1]
the sh*t that i’m smokin’ on is gas, propane
i just saw a white*ass b*tch snort cocaine
she was snortin’
a n*gga just bought a ‘bow from me and it got shorted
i gotta move around with a strap ’cause i’m important
just caught one of my opps and shot that n*gga in his organs, mm
these bullets rip through tissue
i told that b*tch, “you just suck my d*ck, i can’t kiss you”
a n*gga just ran into my car, he hit me
i just sent the b*tch my address and she spent me
but, for what?
was finna pull up on that b*tch in a truck
[chorus]
i just poured up some hi*tech and i spilled it
this b*tch just said, “where you at?” the hilton
i’m in room number three*oh*three
i got a bad b*tch in a room tryna f*ck on me
so you know it’s finna go down
my clip wasn’t full, i shot my opp with four rounds
and i’m finna catch a flight to cali’ for four pounds
i’m chillin’ in the studio right now with propane
[verse 2]
and i f*cked a b*tch yesterday, said, “i ain’t got no name”
a bum just asked for a dollar but i ain’t got no change
my mans just called, he tryna go to the gun range
why i just catched my ex b*tch on listcrawler? aha
she was tryna sell the p*ssy
bring me exotics, you can keep all the cookie
i just wasted five*hundred dollars on a vlone hoodie
i’m finna do a vlone collab with asap bari
i’m finna go to hutch and i’ma get some iced out cartis
just caught a lil’ n*gga flexin’ and i sn*tched his cartis
and i did a show yesterday and i rocked the party
i’m with some bad hoes right now, it’s a slumber party
[chorus]
i just poured up some hi*tech and i spilled it
this b*tch just said, “where you at?” the hilton
i’m in room number three*oh*three
i got a bad b*tch in a room tryna f*ck on me
so you know it’s finna go down
my clip wasn’t full, i shot my opp with four rounds
and i’m finna catch a flight to cali’ for four pounds
i’m chillin’ in the studio right now with propane
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