HB Deji - HB Control Lyrics

For the one time fuck one ima shoot more than 3 rounds
If he think it's a game then it's man down
Spin through the night wake the block with these gun sounds
Look what's the plan now
Leave u dead on the floor with ya brains out
Spint once you missed but nigga don't trip
Ya time on this earth has ran out
Thottie bitch and she giving me mata
Thinking she loyal but really a baba
Tap ya head like it's a piñata shoot at ya feet have you doing the cha cha
Bod Mon real ting big Rasta
Fill up ya stomach not talking no pasta
Aint Jamaican but I'm top shotta
Fill up the choppa go Blanca blanca
Shawty want me she feening to come over
Not drake but I sure do controlla
I got drinks in the crib told her come sober
We could fuck all day till the night over
I'm the nigga they respect play with HB and get 2 in ya neck
Pussy better wear a vest
Come through spraying we gon leave a mess
Niggas gon leave him there for EMS
If he alive put some more in his chest
And more and more don't stop till you put him to rest
You his bitch you could get next
Swallow the bullet like you giving neck
Ion care bout the bitch let her rest
Put one in her tummy like we having sex
Look and its all facts
Normalize telling nîggas that they shit wack
Can't rap Shìt trash so just sit back
Dissing every song but you still ain't go get back
They like deji gotta chill
I'm like I'm just being real
Fall back nîggas know the deal
Play with HB and get hit with the steel
Like sleepy get hit with these hollows
Turn you to drugs not talking el chapo
Big and bad think he Johnny bravo
I'll have a shell flying at ya tacko
Like the way I maneuver no rocko
Talking all tough put a whole where ya heart go
Ya bitch on my dick and you clueless
Breaking her back while you tryna play Cupid

For the one time fuck one ima shoot more than 3 rounds
If he think it's a game then it's man down
Spin through the night wake the block with these gun sounds
Look what's the plan now
Leave u dead on the floor with ya brains out
Spint once you missed but nigga don't trip
Ya time on this earth has ran out
Thottie bitch and she giving me mata
Thinking she loyal but really a baba
Tap ya head like it's a piñata shoot at ya feet have you doing the cha cha
Bod Mon real ting big Rasta
Fill up ya stomach not talking no pasta
Aint Jamaican but I'm top shotta
Fill up the choppa go Blanca blanca
Shawty want me she feening to come over
Not drake but I sure do controlla
I got drinks in the crib told her come sober
We could fuck all day till the night over
I'm the nigga they respect play with HB and get 2 in ya neck
Pussy better wear a vest
Come through spraying we gon leave a mess
Niggas gon leave him there for EMS
If he alive put some more in his chest
And more and more don't stop till you put him to rest
You his bitch you could get next
Swallow the bullet like you giving neck
Ion care bout the bitch let her rest
Put one in her tummy like we having sex
Look and its all facts
Normalize telling nîggas that they shit wack
Can't rap Shìt trash so just sit back
Dissing every song but you still ain't go get back
They like deji gotta chill
I'm like I'm just being real
Fall back nîggas know the deal
Play with HB and get hit with the steel
Like sleepy get hit with these hollows
Turn you to drugs not talking el chapo
Big and bad think he Johnny bravo
I'll have a shell flying at ya tacko
Like the way I maneuver no rocko
Talking all tough put a whole where ya heart go
Ya bitch on my dick and you clueless
Breaking her back while you tryna play Cupid