King P - Hank McCoy Lyrics

Call me St Nick,
I'm in my bag now,
Not for one day,
I'm talking year round,
Money talks,
Then I'm conversing,
But that ain't coming outta your mouth,
Was gonna dumb it down,
For these dumb niggas,
But I ain't a dummy though,
All green on my body baby,
Talking Peter Pan,
Y'all niggas Rufio,
Wish to be fly,
I ain't wishing,
I grind,
Niggas be hella fake,
I Just peep the disguise,
I guarantee it's niggas hearing this and feeling a way,
You should get out your feels,
And get to the chase,
I see they tryna sprint me,
But This a marathon,
Always gon Keep the bag close,
Fly nugga,
With a carry on,
Savage mode always activated,
But you wouldn't know,
Cause I stay calm,
Some day ones gonna eat with me,
And the other niggas,
They plate gone,
Pop up no State Farm,
Cause hip hop they broke this,
Putting niggas on notice,
Dividing this paper,
Let's get to the quotient,
This ain't no quote shit,
I know that they hear my nigga,
I'm moving fearless my nigga,
We rush you like clearance my nigga,
Throw the hublot out the P jet,
Got damn look how time flies,
I been on my grind like,
Thick bitches with fat thigh
Mama said it's gonna be hurdles,
Told her imma bear this shit,
Niggas gonna wanna dick ride,
Hellen Keller I don't hear the shit,
R Kelly,
Don't get me pissed,
And fuck up my revenue,
Fresh pair of nikes my nigga,
I step in a check or two
See what this check'll do,
Look how they sweating you,
They wasn't riding then,
But now I make Uber moves,
Keep this shit text book,
And stay out your feelings x3
A bar in between each
Can't be the same one,
I was back then,
Talking growth nigga,
That's past tense,

Call me St Nick,
I'm in my bag now,
Not for one day,
I'm talking year round,
Money talks,
Then I'm conversing,
But that ain't coming outta your mouth,
Was gonna dumb it down,
For these dumb niggas,
But I ain't a dummy though,
All green on my body baby,
Talking Peter Pan,
Y'all niggas Rufio,
Wish to be fly,
I ain't wishing,
I grind,
Niggas be hella fake,
I Just peep the disguise,
I guarantee it's niggas hearing this and feeling a way,
You should get out your feels,
And get to the chase,
I see they tryna sprint me,
But This a marathon,
Always gon Keep the bag close,
Fly nugga,
With a carry on,
Savage mode always activated,
But you wouldn't know,
Cause I stay calm,
Some day ones gonna eat with me,
And the other niggas,
They plate gone,
Pop up no State Farm,
Cause hip hop they broke this,
Putting niggas on notice,
Dividing this paper,
Let's get to the quotient,
This ain't no quote shit,
I know that they hear my nigga,
I'm moving fearless my nigga,
We rush you like clearance my nigga,
Throw the hublot out the P jet,
Got damn look how time flies,
I been on my grind like,
Thick bitches with fat thigh
Mama said it's gonna be hurdles,
Told her imma bear this shit,
Niggas gonna wanna dick ride,
Hellen Keller I don't hear the shit,
R Kelly,
Don't get me pissed,
And fuck up my revenue,
Fresh pair of nikes my nigga,
I step in a check or two
See what this check'll do,
Look how they sweating you,
They wasn't riding then,
But now I make Uber moves,
Keep this shit text book,
And stay out your feelings x3
A bar in between each
Can't be the same one,
I was back then,
Talking growth nigga,
That's past tense,