Mr. Hanky

(RizzyGotTheHeat)

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try

Double a 12, pull up, turned his block into five guys

I got hippie lungs, Gallery Department tie-dye

Real life spaceships, we ain't living sci-fi

I can tell she wanna fuck, doing all that side-eyeing

You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon' die trying

Off an Oxy' hitting stains, bitch, I feel like Billy Mays

Million dollar game, yeah, I'm the king, I'm in my gilly phase

I'm the shit like Mr. Hanky

Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky

Hanging out the window if it's issues, I ain't going on a rant

Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant

Scratching opps off the list, that shit like stomping ants

Should've knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stamp

Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he hide, ain't gotta camp

Number one contender, put me in the ring, I'll drop the champ

Lil' brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten

One ho' getting boring, told that bitch bring a friend

Serenade jeans stack, these are not no RTAs

Fuck a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RPK

This life shit up and down, kinda like a seesaw

Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in a yee-haw

Throw yo' album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce

Every card of the deck, I can't take no weeks off

Every day of the calendar

I'm picking up what you put down like I got scavenger

I ain't got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher

Why they count me out? I shocked the world, Supreme Chancellor

Hunnid in the clip, 25 each

'Cause he riding around with three passengers

Shit, R.I.P. them

Put a band on his head like he Big Ben

Could've put a hunnid on him, shooter owe me though

Him Duncan, face card hot, San Antonio

Jerome Bettis, what you go and get that Rollie for?

Doggy barely stepping, what the fuck, you got some polio?

Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVO

Loubies, they don't rodeo, cut it with the bullshit

I ain't even have to aim with this full clip

Drop a 50 in this shit like the new Lucki

Cut the traction, this bitch spinning like a dune buggy

High as hell, my juice muddy

2017, the scam page was catching imbeciles

All the hate you doing, try to meet me at the pinnacle

The baddest kid in school, now I got more pape' than my principal

(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck going on)

Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try

Double a 12, pull up, turned his block into five guys

I got hippie lungs, Gallery Department tie-dye

Real life spaceships, we ain't living sci-fi

I can tell she wanna fuck, doing all that side-eyeing