H.A.N. by Trinidad James Lyrics

Trinidad Pre-Verse 

I’m at dinner with my side chick
Tryna keep it private 

She said she lost her appetite 
I swear baby Ima find it 

Here come my nigga 
My Nigga wanna a picture 

I thought he was a fan
Now my nigga wanna feature 

C’mon Nigga (x3)

Trinidad Verse

Now my nigga wanna deal 
And he keep looking at me serious 
I look back at my bitch
And she say I should the nigga

He showing me his soundlcoud 
I tell him save the trouble 

I try to give the email
But he only want the number 

He asked
How u get verified 
You pay for it or something 

How yo Gold song go
Man that shit was funny 

He asked
Should I do a Major 
Or make independent money 

I said nigga where my salmon at 
And I don’t want no onions


 31gramms Verse 
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah

Might not be too disrespectful nigga
I’m just tryna spit 

To you at least a verse 
But you about to make your food be hit 

I just got out of a jail 
I don’t care nothing bout this shit 

I don’t want no fucking job 
I’m just tryna go legit

So why the fuck you tripping Nigga 
I thought you was real 

Well bless me with a verse 
Help a nigga get a deal 

I want gold all on my watch 
Got a lil gold in my chain 
Why the fuck You being so lame 
God Damn nigga you change 

I hope that lil change 
Last younger than your lil fame 

And I heard you did a lil movie
Tryna revive your lil name

Well listen 
Forget it 
Know I’m still good for a picture 
Oh Nah
Well Fuck You then !!
Ole Hollywood Ass Nigga
Gramm 



He’s gon hate you and your city
You know?
And I advise everybody wants to get money get out they city, man
Cause that’s where the hatred gone come
You know?
People be like, that’s how I was at first you know
I ain’t going no where
I ain’t going no where