Ayy, ayy
Nah, for real, y'all know I've been doing that shit
Man, I've been a legend man, man, I've been having them bars, man
Y'all just gotta listen man
I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' slow stupid, ayy

Sosa where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? (No)
Hell no, I spent another 40k on the Beam
I don't play but when I play, bitch, I play to win (Ha?)
All this money comin' in, it'll make you grin
And in stash it's a FN gotta make it in (Bang)
Pussy said he want smoke, better take it in (Bang)
You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy
I can never wear your chain, boy, it's too cheesy
Told my bitch I ain't with no bitches and she don't believe me
But she believe me if I paid a band for a beanie
I had five, ten bands in my True Jeanies (True, True)
Where that shit come from? Man, I had a genie
I had all that, trynna make a shout out at my granny
And my wrist cost a baby, I'ma need a nanny
You the type of nigga link up with a tranny
Bought a new set of bananas for the chimpanzees
Baby Sosa bad ass was off six Xannies (hey)
I don't want to fuck that bitch, she wearin' big panties
I can go and buy yo same watch for my granny
I do what I gotta do for my fuckin' family
Heat sensor on the 'R, call me Call Of Duty
He a street fighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Back doored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
Gravitated off the ground, that's some super Tookie
Said you ain't got my money, you shittin' me, Smokey?
Chief Sosa in your house that bitch gon' be smokin'
I got high off that bitch head, she tried to overdose me
Got a Cuban on my throat, so she gon' overthroat me
I just bought a taurus in case I got a horoscope
All this water on my body, she gon' need a floaty (Bang)
Gotta close the back door 'cause they gon' leave it open
Nigga, I can kill this shit by just breathin' on it

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

You's a fucking cheerleader, nigga, bring it on
I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo
Folks'nem'll leave you duckin' like a limbo (Ay, Ay)
Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo
And it take close to 50. cal ammo
Man, my shorty get surgical like Training Day
Dirty ass BM, throw my chain away
I don't care, hoe, I woke up feelin' great today (Fuck it)
Wide body demon hawk, gonna make a play (True)
Seen my cousin and I gave that lil nigga my chain
Told them when they city hot, nigga, make it rain (Rain)
Sosa brushin' out his beard, call 'em Abraham
When the city got cold, Chief Sosa made it flame (Haa)
Sosa ridin' with that stuff, I ain't talkin' Tameka sister (Word)
Shawty freak ass, trynna suck me while there's people lookin'
I can have my eyes closed and still can see you lookin'
We was in the streets fightin', ridin' with Hadoukens

Hadouken (ugh, ugh, ugh), Hadouken (ugh, ugh), Hadouken (ugh)

Pulled up, spaceship, bitch, get a glimpse
I smell fishy shit, you fuck with scrips
I up the chopstick, you did a flip
Tryna shoot the most bird, I caught a clip
Ain't no other way to go, but up up the riff
Steady sendin' death threats, well, now you stick
Lit my wrist up, they like, "yep, it's a lamp"
My Cuban link cost 10 thousand grams
Baby Sosa prolly sold your 10 thousand grams
On the asphalt, that's your shit on the ground
Go, go, go, if you a threat, you get put down
Ayy, I gotta glo and get that money man, who dem?
Police ridin' up this street, we parkin' with heats, scoot down
Pulled up in that Urus, kitted up, she like, "ooh, damn"
LA Lakers front row seats, LeBron with them
The boys in this bitch with me too, it's goin' go down

Hadouken, Hadouken, Hadouken

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Writer(s): Keith Cozart