H3rmo Spaz by Kings of the World Lyrics
[H3RMO]
Niggas start flexing
Boy you shop for your diamonds at clears
Put the gun to yah head
Now i got your mama saying prayers
Dont fuck with the gang
Fuck around leave him stank
Got the money in the bank
Got the gas, Got the stank
Pussy ass niggas tryna kill me
But i had the toolie ride with me
Young nigga running thru the city
Young nigga running thru the city
......60 but im doing one hundred and fifty
Run thru a bag everyday, Blowing a bag a day
Big dick i fuck on your bae, Big dick i fuck on your bae
Big dick i fuck on your bae, Big dick i fuck on your bae
Pussy ass niggas tryna kill me
But i had a hundred round with me (he couldn't kill me)
Stack it up, Stack it up, Stack it up, Stack it up (go)
Bad bitch aquafina
Thought i was a beginner
Bad bitch she a eater
She telling me to come feed her
Diamonds on me thats minerals
I can never trust these hoes
These hoes they do the most
These hoes they do the most
Balling on these niggas
Im just tryna see figures
All my niggas they hittas
Pull up on you and know wassup
Strapped up call me general
You niggas dont want no smoke
You niggas dont want no smoke
6 Mils in the bank
That just one of my goals
Got your bitch in my crib
We kicking it, yeah im scoring goals
Masked up, He mysterious
Put a hole in em like cherios
... telling me vomanos
(Chorus)
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes (What)
[PRO DUSA]
Got an ounce left
With my phone right
And a bounced check with the home site
Of my accountant and my account dead
To a-couple hundreds and a poem like
Better luck next year
Buy a home and home light fixture
With a chrome and a dome sight "get clear"
Get it on with a Zone 6, 6 gear
And a 12 gauge
Say that "Hell saves"
When i pull on the pump till the police
Go rogue, go run on the olds days
Im an old soul stuck in a old face
Till the gun sprays holding on a fun taste
Of the gun powder and the tum placed
In my stumache
And i love it
And my mom call syrup just another
Check on the christmas list
With a bitch this thick
Go and get this passed
To a misfits task
So he can get this pissed till the next one
Tell the next one
(Chorus)
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes (What)
We all came up off jacking tryna rap off something real
I remember dumping stashes Stop the laughing off the pill
Getting slapped across your mouth until i crack your fucking grill
To drop a track on you bitch rappers and not make a half a mil
Demi
[G-DEMI]
Im finna severe this beat
Im winning never defeated
None of your verses can beat this
You can rehearse it dont mean shit
You just a crum in the pot
You dont got cars on the lot
O T Dubs up and your not
We taking all that you got
We spitting
Making the money
Filling our pockets ayy
We flying high as a rocket
All of you dont even know
How far we finna go
We boutta conquer the globe
Swerving up quick in the coop
Serving up in hits like a soup
Wording with wit all the time
We always be on our grind
One mix now we got clout and rings
They always tryna doubt The Kings
Never trust these peasants
Never trust these peasents
Niggas start flexing
Boy you shop for your diamonds at clears
Put the gun to yah head
Now i got your mama saying prayers
Dont fuck with the gang
Fuck around leave him stank
Got the money in the bank
Got the gas, Got the stank
Pussy ass niggas tryna kill me
But i had the toolie ride with me
Young nigga running thru the city
Young nigga running thru the city
......60 but im doing one hundred and fifty
Run thru a bag everyday, Blowing a bag a day
Big dick i fuck on your bae, Big dick i fuck on your bae
Big dick i fuck on your bae, Big dick i fuck on your bae
Pussy ass niggas tryna kill me
But i had a hundred round with me (he couldn't kill me)
Stack it up, Stack it up, Stack it up, Stack it up (go)
Bad bitch aquafina
Thought i was a beginner
Bad bitch she a eater
She telling me to come feed her
Diamonds on me thats minerals
I can never trust these hoes
These hoes they do the most
These hoes they do the most
Balling on these niggas
Im just tryna see figures
All my niggas they hittas
Pull up on you and know wassup
Strapped up call me general
You niggas dont want no smoke
You niggas dont want no smoke
6 Mils in the bank
That just one of my goals
Got your bitch in my crib
We kicking it, yeah im scoring goals
Masked up, He mysterious
Put a hole in em like cherios
... telling me vomanos
(Chorus)
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes (What)
[PRO DUSA]
Got an ounce left
With my phone right
And a bounced check with the home site
Of my accountant and my account dead
To a-couple hundreds and a poem like
Better luck next year
Buy a home and home light fixture
With a chrome and a dome sight "get clear"
Get it on with a Zone 6, 6 gear
And a 12 gauge
Say that "Hell saves"
When i pull on the pump till the police
Go rogue, go run on the olds days
Im an old soul stuck in a old face
Till the gun sprays holding on a fun taste
Of the gun powder and the tum placed
In my stumache
And i love it
And my mom call syrup just another
Check on the christmas list
With a bitch this thick
Go and get this passed
To a misfits task
So he can get this pissed till the next one
Tell the next one
(Chorus)
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Never trust these hoes
Im running thru a bag
Nigga never trust these hoes (What)
We all came up off jacking tryna rap off something real
I remember dumping stashes Stop the laughing off the pill
Getting slapped across your mouth until i crack your fucking grill
To drop a track on you bitch rappers and not make a half a mil
Demi
[G-DEMI]
Im finna severe this beat
Im winning never defeated
None of your verses can beat this
You can rehearse it dont mean shit
You just a crum in the pot
You dont got cars on the lot
O T Dubs up and your not
We taking all that you got
We spitting
Making the money
Filling our pockets ayy
We flying high as a rocket
All of you dont even know
How far we finna go
We boutta conquer the globe
Swerving up quick in the coop
Serving up in hits like a soup
Wording with wit all the time
We always be on our grind
One mix now we got clout and rings
They always tryna doubt The Kings
Never trust these peasants
Never trust these peasents