Ocho Cinco - M Huncho

Quincy tell 'em

Quincy tell 'em, Quincy tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em

Family is my anchor, they’re holding me down

Anchor, they’re holding me down

Yeah

My family is my anchor, they’re holding me down

Some days it’s Gucci just saucing me down

Some days I don’t know where to smile or frown

Some days I went in to fluck with some clowns

I’m flucking some sheep, your weed is decease

I need me like three, trap and repeat, yeah, yeah

She’s the freak of the sheets, there is a kilo right under the bed, yeah

Baby I got all these people to feed, yeah

I got some bruddas that need to be free’d, yeah

I twist some haze in the sheet

I’m smoking the loud when it busy in the streets, yeah

She said she’s loving my style, it’s immaculate, yeah

I told her I don’t do love, I got a call from the trap again, yeah

I see the quarterback, I need a sack again

I got the piff, the plug is fix mandarin, (Yeah) foreign language (Yeah)

Smoking cabbage, everybody’s yeah living lavish

Rented Benzo, full automatic yeah (Full automatic yeah)

Money tall like lampost, ahh, ahh

I need more commas (More commas), yeah

Same routine yeah for four summers, what?

Beep-beep, I’m a road runner, yeah

I skeet-skeet, I see the po coming

Yeah, used to watch the OG’s from my bedroom window

Stepped out the road, now we’re star like Ringo, yeah

We’re not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah

Shotting herbs, used to shop by Bingo, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah

Touched down, Huncho cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)

Touched down, you know Huncho cinco, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah

Quincy got the track ready

Huncho bag the pack ready

Need a thousand stacks already, ahh

These bruddas, bitches get a damn peddy, ahh

My bruddas they so trap giddy, yeah (Trap-trap-trap-trap-trap)

Bitches showing off titties, yeah (Titties)

Her pussy pinker than the note fiddy, ahh (Some pinkish pinky)

Mo' money, I feel like Biggie, yeah (Smallz)

Cîroc for all my guys diddy, yeah (Let dem fall)

Get up on my phone tree

People like my own yeah, helping hands, showing love but in my face it’s thrown,

so I’m here to take the throne, yeah

Let these bruddas know, yeah, I got a journey on my own

And yeah they can’t clone, yeah, I been built this way, yeah

Pour a cup for the bitch Rosaine?

No way, now way, no way, now way

We smoke weed, we don’t do cocaine, yeah

Yeah, used to watch the OG’s from my bedroom window, yeah

Stepped out the road, now we’re star like Ringo, yeah

We’re not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah

Shotting herbs, used to shop by Bingo, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah

Touched down, Huncho cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)

Touched down, you know Huncho cinco, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah

Used to watch the OG’s from my bedroom window, yeah

Stepped out the road, now we’re star like Ringo, yeah

We’re not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah

Shotting herbs, used to shop by Bingo, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah

Touched down, Huncho cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)

Touched down, you know Huncho cinco, yeah

That’s eight, four, five, call it ocho cinco, yeah