Han Han

Zaytoven My boy, what? My boy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hah, hah, hah, hah If it's up, it's up then (It's up) Only care 'bout money (Money) Told that bitch she ugly (Ugly) She think she classy but she dusty (Dusty) She think she poppin' but she busted (Busted) She be on that thot shit LV on my luggage (Louis) I want nothin' but bands (Guap) Lil Reese a block-head (Block) Folks could leave the block dead (Nah) I pull up in a drop head (Skrrt) Whoop, that's what the cop said (Fuck the cops) I'm slipping? You tripping Blam blam, him, him Han, han, han, han Han, han, han, han Ayy, lil' baby, stop it (Stop it) Off, could you knock it? (Knock it) Down the block, I'm choppin' (I'm choppin') Man, them niggas rock-heads (Bitch) Oh, lil' nigga, we not scared (Nah) I smoke weed 'cause I'm a pothead (Dope) Leave a lil' nigga drop dead (Bang, bang) I fuck around and leave a cop dead (Woo) Foes never still slide on the opps, yeah (The opps) I upped my jawn, told her top it Saw somethin' I wanted, I copped it, uh The dope I'm smokin' too toxic, uh Can't even tell lawyer what I did Tryna pull it up, I'm fuckin' I'm tryna see if I'm fuckin', uh Saw the five-seven like, "What's this?" (Zaytoven) I'm slipping? You tripping Blam blam, him, him Han, han, han, han Han, han, han, han Flexing on my old bitches like (Flexin') I wish that, I can give a fuck You can't even sit with us You ain't gang, you ain't gang Nigga you can take the thot Do your thing, do your thing You couldn't even get the box 'Cause you lames, 'cause you lame, ayy Some hoes don't be tryna fuck But they'll give you brain, give you brain I just rolled a couple up Residue on Helmut Lang, Helmut Lang --- Han Han - Chief Keef