CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Social Distance
Ha ha ha
This sh*t is so fukin‘ hard
Hitkidd, what it do, man?
I ain‘t ‘bout no sh*t like dis in a minute
But don‘t think i ain‘t thuggin‘, b*t*h
I‘m still that
Lately i ain‘t feelin‘ social, i‘m really be keepin‘ my distance (100%, all the way)
Huah, Think again, when you approachin‘, get shot before you even finish (cuz somebody shot in the face)
Huah, he went and made
Huah, choppa gon‘ bust like a nutmaster, base your relief in the tension (Huarrh)
Huah, you been a b*t*h, i can sense it
Step on ’em, Mister Balenci
They b*t*hes style, i invented
Back in dis b*t*h wit a vengence
Rule number one, if you reach for this pendant, i‘m sendin‘
I‘m puttin‘ this sh*t out, independent
I‘m not a rapper, i‘m just a young n***a that‘s gettin‘ it
So don‘t be mislead by the image
Imma trippin’ ass n***a, standin’ around wit a pistol
Status of a boss, with a mind of a hitter
Money in my jeans, rubberband ’round the middle
Never been a
n***as thinkin’ hard, but feelin’ really pretty
Levitate to the bank, ha, money make me giggle
Young n***a too hot, fresh about tha gritter
Screamin’, for the gang, hoe, neva been a quitta
Fresh as a b*t*h, but don’t sleep on my gangsta
Any b*t*h flexin’
Back on they ass, but i‘m not into
Ice in my mouth, this is not a retainer
f**k all the profit and stack the remainer
I got the money and power, yeh
Your hoe my secret admirer, yeh
She gon‘ do what you allow her, yeh
You get her back in a hour, yeh
Won’t squash the beef with my rivals, nah
I put this sh*t on a bible, dawg
Choppa gon’ hit ’bout five of y’all
Lately i ain‘t feelin‘ social, i‘m really be keepin‘ my distance (100%, all the way)
Huah, Think again, when you approachin‘, get shot before you even finish (cuz somebody shot in the face)
Huah, he went and made
Huah, choppa gon‘ bust like a nutmaster, base your relief in the tension (Huarrh)
Huah, you been a b*t*h, i can sense it
Step on ’em, Mister Balenci
They b*t*hes style, i invented
Back in dis b*t*h wit a vengence
Rule number one, if you reach for this pendant, i‘m sendin‘
I‘m puttin‘ this sh*t out, independent
I‘m not a rapper, i‘m just a young n***a that‘s gettin‘ it
So don‘t be mislead by the image
This sh*t is so fukin‘ hard
Hitkidd, what it do, man?
I ain‘t ‘bout no sh*t like dis in a minute
But don‘t think i ain‘t thuggin‘, b*t*h
I‘m still that
Lately i ain‘t feelin‘ social, i‘m really be keepin‘ my distance (100%, all the way)
Huah, Think again, when you approachin‘, get shot before you even finish (cuz somebody shot in the face)
Huah, he went and made
Huah, choppa gon‘ bust like a nutmaster, base your relief in the tension (Huarrh)
Huah, you been a b*t*h, i can sense it
Step on ’em, Mister Balenci
They b*t*hes style, i invented
Back in dis b*t*h wit a vengence
Rule number one, if you reach for this pendant, i‘m sendin‘
I‘m puttin‘ this sh*t out, independent
I‘m not a rapper, i‘m just a young n***a that‘s gettin‘ it
So don‘t be mislead by the image
Imma trippin’ ass n***a, standin’ around wit a pistol
Status of a boss, with a mind of a hitter
Money in my jeans, rubberband ’round the middle
Never been a
n***as thinkin’ hard, but feelin’ really pretty
Levitate to the bank, ha, money make me giggle
Young n***a too hot, fresh about tha gritter
Screamin’, for the gang, hoe, neva been a quitta
Fresh as a b*t*h, but don’t sleep on my gangsta
Any b*t*h flexin’
Back on they ass, but i‘m not into
Ice in my mouth, this is not a retainer
f**k all the profit and stack the remainer
I got the money and power, yeh
Your hoe my secret admirer, yeh
She gon‘ do what you allow her, yeh
You get her back in a hour, yeh
Won’t squash the beef with my rivals, nah
I put this sh*t on a bible, dawg
Choppa gon’ hit ’bout five of y’all
Lately i ain‘t feelin‘ social, i‘m really be keepin‘ my distance (100%, all the way)
Huah, Think again, when you approachin‘, get shot before you even finish (cuz somebody shot in the face)
Huah, he went and made
Huah, choppa gon‘ bust like a nutmaster, base your relief in the tension (Huarrh)
Huah, you been a b*t*h, i can sense it
Step on ’em, Mister Balenci
They b*t*hes style, i invented
Back in dis b*t*h wit a vengence
Rule number one, if you reach for this pendant, i‘m sendin‘
I‘m puttin‘ this sh*t out, independent
I‘m not a rapper, i‘m just a young n***a that‘s gettin‘ it
So don‘t be mislead by the image
