On Da Floor (feat. EST Gee)

Made my first dime, I'm tryna join the Honey Bun Club

I ain't even know how many times I just joined the Honey Bun Club

You at every party but you ain't joined the Honey Bun Club

You got a seventy-ball, just touch it up, you'll join the Honey Bun Club

For the commissary he just joined the Honey Bun Club

Ain't sign with Lil Debbie, but he just joined the Honey Bun Club

Dying with it before I join the I Ain't Have A Gun Club

I can't get the pistols in the venue, then I don't go in clubs

Switch attached

Rylo send a **** to the doctor, they'll stitch him back

**** be dick riding for clout, tryna get known

I don't know who took the shit off, but I put that shit on

She ain't look like this just last month, ho you doin' magic

How they take the fat from out your arm and put it in your ass?

She having more paper than her ****, he wanna get married

Everything you flexing she bought it, you should be embarrassed

Boogie was there to kill him, you'd think he pulled up to a show

Shit get deep, I make lil' bro 'nem dress up like promoters

Shit get deep, we ain't picture this, tryna pay us for a photo

Red light, green light, ho pull out your camera, that's a no-go

We fuckin' on the low, you know that

Do I gotta go? You know that

See his opp' and you his bro? You know that

Shoot you, up the score, you know that

Heavy what I pour, you know that

Don't fall out 'bout a ho, you know that

Yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah

He'll tell again, you know that

He done told before

That shit en route

Just make sure you at the house

Only way it ain't go how I say is if you tell a mouse

I don't let 'em watch me, when I drop it, let my method out

Beat it with a hammer, then I press it out

If you learn this shit correctly, you get an extra ounce

A free two-three G's, if we base it off your need

My OG used to smoke dirties, that's cocaine inside his weed

It still fuck with how he breathe

From his neck down to his knees

Beg and plead for the same high

Turned him to a feind

I'm a big dog, these **** pups to me

They can't fuck with me

Still connected with the Mexicans

Pull up, drug trucks on me

Driver charge a buck a piece, we duck police

Take 'em on a high speed 'fore I ever tuck this weed, ****, you know that

We fuckin' on the low, you know that

Do I gotta go? You know that

See his opp and you his bro? You know that

Shoot you, up the score, you know that

Heavy what I pour, you know that

Don't fall out 'bout a ho, you know that

He'll tell again, you know that

He done told before, you know that