Honey Buns

[Intro]

Let em know we live my nigga say something

(Aye!)

You know what I'm saying

Check this shit out though

New OPM, all money in type shit

Uh, this might be too expensive for y'all little niggas

Check this out though

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]

I'm tryna ball like Jalen Rose

Go gold

Buy a crazy Rolls

Crazy hoes, eye contact and baby chose

I didn't tell her who I was

Nigga, baby knows

Yeah it say Versace, but to me it's just a navy roll

She wanna rip the tag on it

I got dressed, threw on an OPM shirt with my dad on it

Then I hit Crenshaw

Then I ran into Kim

Aww shit!

I might as well call her up and see what's happening

"Do you got a man?"

She said, "Why you asking?"

You really don't care

You niggas is scandalous

Cause I'm from Los Angeles

I know how to handle shit

Don't rap for no panelist

I might mack to a Spanish chick

And come to think of it you're a terrible analyst

To think that niggas wasn't finna get this money

I might pass your girl a joint

Tell her hit this for me

And today's forecast say "Bitch, it's sunny"

And never hate the west side

Nigga we gets money

Yeah, that's whassup

Cause that's the truth

I got four cars

And all of of 'em coupes

Two of 'em black

One of 'em blue

One of 'em white

What's up with some soup?

These niggas is sick

My bitches is thick

My pockets is fat

My name is legit

Like Meechie I'm slick

Like David I'm quick

OPM, til its over

After that it ain't shit

[Chorus]

Lyrically, I'm untouchable

Yeah, I'm with your ho

10 toes, blunted

In a 600 Benz

Yeah, y'all niggas don't want it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all niggas don't want it

[Verse 2: Krondon]

Mr. 7-11

Fuck Frank Drebin

The phony police

Not the homie Kevin

Just rolled a 7

Black chevy revvin'

Yeah, I'm riding dirty

Weed and my weapon

Niggas mad cause I'm goin where they ho heading

Slumped on the block not learning your lesson

My prefession

Stay finessing

Fresher than them other rappers

Look how they dressing

Sent your girly to store and rolled another one

For a big bag of ice and some bubble gum

She calling me a nigga cause she wanted one

And you softer than a hundred pack of honey buns

Black Benz, black K, hundred drums

(Damn, honey buns?)

Yeah, nigga honey buns

[Chorus]

Lyrically, I'm untouchable

Yeah, I'm with your ho

10 toes, blunted

In a 600 Benz

Yeah, y'all niggas don't want it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all niggas don't want it