Henny & The Moss Lyrics

You gotta suck it good, no teeth like a mistress

Fucked the whole team man this bitch really different

She's sippin' on the Henny and The Moss

And if she smoke cigs, I won't fuck her till she stops

Now I ain't bout to clothes, bitch, please take it off

Take it off

She bought all her hoes in exchange

I brought all the dawgs

You gotta get paid or you gotta make some calls

I ain't from the city, ion

I ain't from the city, but you knew that

She wants me in her life, like, babe, I can't do that

Fuck one time, then I gotta keep it movin

Didn't even tell her I do music, I just told her I produce it

She tired of my games, I'm a nuisance

Lie to the bitch, it's kinda funny when I do it

Ain't tryna suck it like the fuck you came to do then?

Yeah, fuckin' fuckin' stupid, stupid uh

Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss

I used to slick it back, no Jimmy Neutron

Now I put it in my face like a bitch throwin' buns

I'm dripped all out, baby, don't call now

You a bum, shouldn't have left

Yeah, they hit me with the text and it says

"DYL Where you been?"

I been out the way, it's been too long

He's back bitch, tied in the game

like a ham-mock, yeah, you can touch

but why you grab-bin

No, you can not have this

I'ma make hella blues, spoke into existence

Ya boy knows how to move, Step, step, step, I ain't talkin' bout your shoes

Suckin' on the dick she go *choke choke*

What your wrist look like

Let me check, check, check

Yeah, you know the bitch got it

when you lookin' through her texts

"Ayy, baby, who is that man?"

Yeah, "Dyl what you doing?"

"I don't understand"

I'm tryna get my flowers, bitch

Give me my respect

Yeah, I'm tryna get a Cuban

ass in my hand best route is earn it like a man

Yeah, yeah,

Best out, brother, you must believe me in your brand

Believe in your brand, yeah

the way we were raised, you gotta get smoked

Out to understand

Gotta smoke weed, gotta smoke weed

Shit's all bad

If you can't sip henny, takin' dick

I'ma leave you at the pad

If you think I'm sick, you should meet my fuckin' dad

You think I'm sick, you should see my fuckin' past

Uh, hittin' on his baby at the mall

He gon' get pissed when he checks up on her calls

I don't even date, bad bitches get it all

If those bitches hate, it's probably cause they ain't been gettin' off

Uh, she just want the grade-A dick

My fault, I just sit her down

Say, hey, hey, bitch, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

She ask me how I cheat yeah yeah

I got a lot of ways, yeah

Two phones, yeah, he a boss

Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss

I been on the phone, I don't really wanna talk.

I just wanna fuck, make it hard for you to walk.

I'm fucked up, but you the one that did me wrong.

Broke my heart, but I'm pretty fuckin' strong.

Dyl why you goin', it's the end of the song.