Hen Hen Lyrics

These bitches they gon off the hen hen

They mixin that bitch w the gin gin

They slurrin they're words and they're sentence

And they tryna come back to the crib crib

Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits

Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket

Typa shit that'll boost ya adrenaline

Said she wanna check out my fit fit

Like no, I don't I wanna get intimate

I needa go get off this pic pic

Said bitch I been stacking my dividends

And recently keeping my distance

Said bitch I been stacking my dividends

And recently keeping my distance okay

Said I'm a rockstar I do this shit my way

Hop out the jaguar and speed off in a wraith

Ima cash out with my racks out any day

I keep the blicks on and sticks on my waist

These niggas love beef till we pull up and hop out and we shut down ya whole city

I pull up 4 deep in a Tahoe, let the shots out, till ya block down, no kiddin

Said Bae I'm a demon, put his body on Fox News, if he talk to my bitty

My dog ima feed em they bones, they got chewed his squad too, no rlly

For real, huh, bitch I'm flawless, for real

My pockets so tight from them dollars

I'm talking about all 'em, I barely fit all it for real

If you touch on my pockets, it's gon be a problem

Put you in a coffin, the way I stomp on the wheel

Put you in a coffin, the way I stomp on the wheel, for real

These bitches they gon off the hen hen

They mixin that bitch w the gin gin

They slurrin they're words and they're sentence

And they tryna come back to the crib crib

Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits

Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket

Getting rickety-racks racks

Aim for his fuckin SnapBack

Uzi make him dance, but promise this gon be his last damn

Bitch I'm getting mad racks

Get turned into a hashtag

She still worried about them bitches, I thought we was passed that

Guess not

These niggas gon burn, yeah this led hot

Like school pics, only headshots

No I cannot die, less the bread stop

My niggas got bread, we the bread squad

Her friends give me head, that's a head swap

Aim for his nerves, his legs stop

Airhead nigga, make his head pop

12 on my ass don't even care that bitch in sport mode

Tellem bring more bottles in this bitch, they bringing more hoes

Bitch we going to war, so bitch we bringing more poles

The opps only hating, cuz KC getting more dough

More dough, more cake, baby make that ass shake

Can you turn around and drop it low? Make the earth quake

Shoot from anywhere in the floor, bitch I feel like Klay

Bitch I shoot from the logo, bitch I feel like Dame

These bitches they gon off the hen hen

They mixin that bitch w the gin gin

They slurrin they're words and they're sentence

And they tryna come back to the crib crib

Said I cannot fuck w these hoes, they tryna get at me just for my digits

Said they know I don't drive slow, 12 gotta catch up to give me a ticket

Typa shit that'll boost ya adrenaline

Said she wanna check out my fit fit

Like no, I don't I wanna get intimate

I needa go get off this pic pic

Said bitch I been stacking my dividends

And recently keeping my distance

Said bitch I been stacking my dividends

And recently keeping my distance okay