Cody Manson – Free Huncho Interlude Lyrics
Artist: Cody Manson
Song: Free Huncho Interlude
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Hello?
Yo, what up? You-You live right now bruh?
Yo, yo, it’s the one and only LB Tha Don, aka Huncho. Yo, I’ma spit a couple bars ‘fore I show you what them cops about kay. You know the feds listening so we gon’ make this real clear. This for recreational use only, you feel me? (you feel me?) Hey, hey, check it out though (check it out though)
Made Manson like I’m Don Corleone
If the feds quit those members stick to the code
Keep it five below the dash with our packs on the road
It’s like a used Tonka truck, how I’m dumping the load
n#gg#s claim they shot it but under pressure they fold
You pay a price when you cross that line like you paying a toll
Bustdowns getting crazy, but I’m selling them whole
Found a n#gg# up but they thought his body cold
Ain’t no love in this sh#t, so I’m rappin’ bologna
n#gg#s find me a face but plot against you when they call you they homie
Know our keys are iced out so if you waiting to show me
‘Cause actions got consequences see how Sosa did Tony
And I’m a fool in the kitchen but I ain’t rocking no apron
I’m cookin’ raw fish, I don’t f#ck with the bacon
I want the blood, sweat and tears, symbolize dedication
Had to separate myself so I’d achieve elevation
I can’t front my moves and I’ve gotta have patience
‘Cause when you running from parm, they catch up to you like Jason
I ain’t talkin’ {?}, but he got his soul taken
Chopsticks 80 month like the n#gg# was Asian
Knock a n#gg# down in broad day like his chain gold
Send a n#gg# to his maker, give his #ss a halo
I’m Magic Gangsta moving dope by the caseload
They say time is money, so I got the Rollie face froze
Drop a bankroll, get a n#gg# stretched
Mob speaks clean the scene up but they left his face a mess
I f#ck with real demons, it’s like my n#gg#s possessed
Have to show ’em how to ball ’cause they sit and play the bench
Turnin’ topside, that’s what fiends pay for sale
b#tch I’m leanin’ on just fine, moving slow like a snail
I feel like Richard Fecteau, this sh#t water to a whale
And I keep the hammer on me, this gon get your #ss nail
Hey, gang sh#t, sh#t no lame sh#t, n#gg#s squad sh#t, no fraud sh#t, n#gg#
Sneak dissing gon’ get your bar hit
Yo, that’s amazing. Stay up in that b#tch, man. Stay ten toes, bruh
For sure, for sure. Keep your foot on these n#gg#s’ neck, man. Never ease up, man. Stay focused my n#gg#. Keep it G for greatness. f#ck up next, you up now. Feds sent me down for a little minute but this sh#t ain’t ’bout nothin’. f#ck they talkin’ ’bout. We them n#gg#s they hear about on TV, you see it? Ayy, free all my demons. Free FO, free Push, free Ron. Free Meech, free Shorty, free Pablo. Free LGB and free Nut n#gg# and free me, n#gg#, the fast way. Stay solid, stay sucker free, and keep a snitch lit. {?} b#tch. Love is all to you. It’s the motherf#ckin’ movement. Ha! I love you big bro! I’ll be back like the motherf#ckin’ Terminator
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Release Year: 2022