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hideout - hhc - oksowhat? lyrics

(joos)
come on boy quit all that talking
i put it right in my pocket
i make it pop like a sockеt
i make it pop like a (uh, uh)
i make it pop, no sockеt
i’m blowing up, no rocket
i’m doing work, no clock+in
upping that sh+t at your noggin
i’m running sh+t like joe
i’m eating noodles like po
keep it down, keep it down low
passing this sh+t to my bro (welly)

ayo, ayo
why they all so lame tho
swear they all the same hoes
focused on getting queso
cheesin’ getting pesos
i don’t care what they on
stack it up like lego
know i’m ‘bout to take over
running out of luck, yeah i need a clover
tryna be like us swear they is some posers
think she like my style but i don’t even know her
aight bro hold on (boyponder)
i got it back and pass the ball
they get it back and add ‘em up
stack a new joint that’s f+cking tall
brand new jeans they f+cking raw
i hate these whacks and why they talk
look at my jeans they f+cking raw
look at my jeans they f+cking raw
huh yeah
and i’m on one
b+tch i’m on one
told you yeah i’m on one
yeah yeah, i’m on one
b+tch you know i’m on one, yeah
why i’m on one, yeah
why i’m on one, yeah
get ‘em on one, yeah
let ‘em ride (c+c+c+c+castree)

spin blocks like helicopters
drums in the whip like some roadies, aye
won’t hesitate to pop ya
your homies, woadies, and cronies, aye
they ain’t stepping proper
these opps be phony baloney, aye
and i got that chopper you thought i was tony tony, aye
aye, aye
we be getting paid (slatt)
a few of my my rhymes fake
but my grind ain’t
yuh, we get it bumping like the bassline
call her on my android she gave me facetime
give me facetime (kuri ken)
sad cause i feel my story’s over
yeah i double tap that’s what i told her, yeah
i’m laying’ the wood
hashirama i am senju
flyin’ up when i ascend you
finna soar
baby on my back
like the saint christopher
we be shooting stars
sogeking, sogeking with the scope
no pinocchio, yo i got a normal nose
woah, yeah
3 dots on my head, all my haters said
all the haters want me dead, want me dead
all the haters want me dead

aye, aye, ayo
why they all so lame tho
swear they all the same hoes
focused on getting queso
cheesin’ getting pesos
i don’t care what they on
stack it up like lego
know i’m ‘bout to take over
running out of luck yeah i need a clover
tryna be like us swear they is some posers
think she like my style but i don’t even know her
if she bad as f+ck we can go get closer

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