Hookahs – LD, Monkey & Dimzy

[Monkey:]
Pour Henney for my dead bros
Bust J for my niggas in the bin
Fuck around, you can get blown
You say your ting’s loud, I can’t even hear a thing
Niggas hate cause we run this
My niggas’ in jail, cause he’s on things
Big skengs more time when I’m huntin’
You know I did a dash, when I dumped him
Free Trap, that’s big bro, Free K Trap too
Spin, & spin, spin like a yo-yo, make niggas diddy-bop wearing ten boots
My niggas had you in trap, now your talking crap, where the fuck are you at
Ring ring, trap, trap, I phone up my bro, he got ami in packs
Live hitters in the cut, you don’t wanna see man dressed in all black
Dotty or mash, make that crash, man a man dash
I heard they’re snitches on the other side, they got to go like a rash
But fuck that though, man a make dough, man a make cash

[Dimzy:]
I said don’t get caught with a smoke
Don’t get caught, don’t slip
Niggas dem love gun play, they love putting corn in them clips
Skeng in a ding dong ped, skeng in the four door whip
See us on the street, then run, now they wanna act on vids
I can move grub on the endz, I can move grub in twiz
I can move amm in draws, I can move amm in bits
I break down cocaine rocks and I put up note things in cling
Opp niggas adding on a k, feds are gonna tape your strip

[LD:]
I just strip me a bird, now it’s time flip me a bird
More times it was done by the 6, when you heard that a nigga got burst
Nigga wanna take my life, guarantee I’m a take his first
Skrt Skrt in a three litre Volvo, rolling round with the mac on burst
There’s six in the spinner I’m pressing
And 25 shots in the mac
My nigga got guilty, he’s stressing, make me wan blow off a back
Feds judged verdict off Wiggie, then deds judged verdict off Trap
Free K Trap, got my niggas dem locked in the can
When man a man jump out the ride, them man a man there dash
Live corn in my gun, suttin got bun
Suttin got slapped
Suttin got k’d
Let’s talk facts
Runnin’ at trap, I just want cash

[Dimzy:]
I said don’t get caught with a smoke
Don’t get caught, don’t slip
Niggas dem love gun play, they love putting corn in them clips
Skeng in a ding dong ped, skeng in the four door whip
See us on the street, then run, now they wanna act on vids
I can move grub on the endz, I can move grub in twiz
I can move amm in draws, I can move amm in bits
I break down cocaine rocks and I put up note things in cling
Opp niggas adding on a k, feds are gonna tape your strip