Hotboii - Be Honest Lyrics

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(Al Geno on the track)

If I can't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs
You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love
No, I don't want no love, lately I'm dealin' with trust
If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up?
Be honest (be honest)
If not then I'll put VVs where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is)
I be runnin' to them bucks like Giánnis (like I'm Giánnis)
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I'm not playin', put VVs on your cuffs

Put VVs on your cuffs and flood your shackles with baguettes (baby)
You know I'm from the mud, I get that check and make a mess (baby)
I'ma fill your commissary, just promise me you won't get big (on me)
And I took my time to write this letter to ask you how you been
I already know what it is
Promise I'll feel your pain, and I done did
Know you wanna be home but that's your plane you take it you gotta land
Favorite strategy, gotta plan
Hope you ain't mad at me, I'm sayin'
Before they capture me, send you every picture in my gallery, I ain't playin'
Hunnid racks on your lawyer, promise to be there for you
Baby, if you be loyal, I'll forever spoil you
All I ever know is you
I won't need me a ho or two
When you eat it up love recordin' you, but I just want you to
Be honest (be honest)
Rollie, it don't tic-tock, my watch dance (my watch dance)
Babe, if I release and you ain't out yet (you ain't out yet)
Promise to keep my dick in my pants, I'm not playin'
I'm addicted to your love

If I can't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs
You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love
No, I don't want no love, lately I'm dealin' with trust
If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up?
Be honest (be honest)
If not then I'll put VVs where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is)
I be runnin' to them bucks like I'm Giánnis (like I'm Giánnis)
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I'm not playin', put VVs on your cuffs

Visitation in court day
I reminisce in the worst way (worst way)
They had me missin' my birthday
On the phone, let's do foreplay
I don't care what these hoes say
And fuck what my bros say (my bros say)
Right there with me on stage
We came a long way, yes sir
From catchin' rides, bein' piss poor, now a young nigga checked up (checked up)
I'ma go do a show in the city, and I ain't gon' vest up (vest up)
Talkin' 'bout a RICO, no, not me though
Leave my name out that stuff (leave my name out)
Kut Da Fan On
Say I love you, never told you why (why)
I be fucked up 'bout you, it ain't no surprise
I want the world to know you're mine (mine)
Oh my God (oh my God)
Can't even rap when you be on my mind (mind)
No disguise (no disguise)
I got feelings I can't hold inside (inside)
No disguise, no (no disguise)

If I can't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs
You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love
No, I don't want no love, lately I'm dealin' with trust
If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up?
Be honest (be honest)
If not then I'll put VVs where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is)
I be runnin' to them bucks like I'm Giánnis (like I'm Giánnis)
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I'm not playin', put VVs on your cuffs

It ain't nothin', I ice you up
Ice on you like hockey puck
When we fuck, she like it rough
We be doin' all kind of stuff
Might Rollie you up
Just to tell these bitches that their time is up (time is up, time is up, yeah, yeah)