HBK Lyrics

You forgot how close hate is to love

You don't know what you're saying, Catherine

You never loved me. You knew that I loved you, and you used that

Catherine, stop talking like a child

We're playing for countries now

Yes, we are, aren't we

This is a gun in my hand, Rudolph

I'd advise you to be careful what you say

Well, rather melodramatic, aren't you

Yeah, go and get that paper, go get your money, nigga

Acting like you tough up in these streets when you a funny nigga

You broke, boy? Yeah, you just always on the corner, nigga

Double D's on the bottom of the chop look like a Tommy nigga

Yeah, fucking on these hoes, call me a city boy

Racks up on a nigga, might just go up on a city tour

Hillbilly-ass nigga, yeah, you know we call him Silly Boy

Moncler on the coat for wherever I get chilly boy

Yeah, I'ma always keep on making noise

Dooly truck full of guns, we ain't talking Nerf toys

I just body slammed a nigga bitch, I slammed her to the backboard

Pour a deuce of the Wok, now this shit been oozing out my pores

Bitch, I'm married to the money, me and money never getting divorced

That bitch there been expired, how you niggas fall in love with whores?

Bitch, I been inspired, roll the opps up when I'm bored

You a long jumper, nigga, but you never jumped up off the porch

Diamonds on the chain, yeah, they came wet

Why all of the baddest hoes, always got the same sex

I never sip the green, give me Wok or a pint of Tris

Every time a nigga drop this shit, a hit this shit don't never miss

I ain't on parole, cause I know I got the dirty piss

Money for these shows and I wish I could buy Activis

We sold them four aspirin, now that boy thinkin he lit

I'm the heartbreak kid, hit the bitch with a super kick