Lyrics to Hypocrite
(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay)
Yeah
What up, Jay?
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown Gang, huh
Jay, we finna do one of them quick ones again
Put the cup inside the fridge, might wanna sip somethin' again
Forty thousand on me, it's a brick up in my pants
Finna fly a bitch out and tell her, "Hit me when you land"
This a cream-soda pop, but this a different color
ARP got a switch too, but it's a different stutter
Each jacket was thirty-five, I got different puffers
We can fuck the bed up, bitch, I got different covers
This car used to be a red color, I'm finna paint it mustard
Bought her somethin', then hit thе bitch, you really paid to fuck her
Keep the chops all in onе spot, I really hate the clutter
Hit his top before the light turn red, I really hate the buzzer
It's six chops, it's me and Jay, so that's three a piece
Oh, you don't know how to slide your Hellcat? Then let me see your keys
Smoked all my weed, was finna say, "Let me hit your breeze"
I know that shit serious if brodie say, "Let me see your ski"
He know I don't let nobody wear my shit
Snatch a nigga whip like, "Let me see if you was takin' care of your shit"
Swap man love me, I think I should start a membership
Knew you was a bitch, when shit went down, you don't remember shit
Can't nobody trick me out this shit, bro, I'm built for this
Actin' sick so I can get a pint, I wrote a script for this
Don't care 'bout shit when it come to pape', I'll ho a bitch for this
Told my nigga stop sippin' drank, bro, I'm a hypocrite
Get on a nigga ass, then pop out the same day
Russian full-body in my bag, bro, that's the same K
Nonchalant, arguin' with my bitch, I got the same face
Fuck Stewart, we call that bitch the Brennan, bro, that's the same place
It's a baby K, but the bullets shoot the same
Pendant heavy, thought them niggas bulletproofed the chain
Doin' donuts in the rain, double dutchin', me and Jay
Got a misdemeanor, man, it feel like I just beat the case
Texas was a punching bag, I used to beat that state
Your bitch went oh and ten, I used to beat her face
I got a girl and had to chill, I used to sleep with Drac'
I had to cover up my plate, I used to keep some tape
Yeah
What up, Jay?
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown Gang, huh
Jay, we finna do one of them quick ones again
Put the cup inside the fridge, might wanna sip somethin' again
Forty thousand on me, it's a brick up in my pants
Finna fly a bitch out and tell her, "Hit me when you land"
This a cream-soda pop, but this a different color
ARP got a switch too, but it's a different stutter
Each jacket was thirty-five, I got different puffers
We can fuck the bed up, bitch, I got different covers
This car used to be a red color, I'm finna paint it mustard
Bought her somethin', then hit thе bitch, you really paid to fuck her
Keep the chops all in onе spot, I really hate the clutter
Hit his top before the light turn red, I really hate the buzzer
It's six chops, it's me and Jay, so that's three a piece
Oh, you don't know how to slide your Hellcat? Then let me see your keys
Smoked all my weed, was finna say, "Let me hit your breeze"
I know that shit serious if brodie say, "Let me see your ski"
He know I don't let nobody wear my shit
Snatch a nigga whip like, "Let me see if you was takin' care of your shit"
Swap man love me, I think I should start a membership
Knew you was a bitch, when shit went down, you don't remember shit
Can't nobody trick me out this shit, bro, I'm built for this
Actin' sick so I can get a pint, I wrote a script for this
Don't care 'bout shit when it come to pape', I'll ho a bitch for this
Told my nigga stop sippin' drank, bro, I'm a hypocrite
Get on a nigga ass, then pop out the same day
Russian full-body in my bag, bro, that's the same K
Nonchalant, arguin' with my bitch, I got the same face
Fuck Stewart, we call that bitch the Brennan, bro, that's the same place
It's a baby K, but the bullets shoot the same
Pendant heavy, thought them niggas bulletproofed the chain
Doin' donuts in the rain, double dutchin', me and Jay
Got a misdemeanor, man, it feel like I just beat the case
Texas was a punching bag, I used to beat that state
Your bitch went oh and ten, I used to beat her face
I got a girl and had to chill, I used to sleep with Drac'
I had to cover up my plate, I used to keep some tape
