Hush Hush
Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

I’m another animal, cannibal call me Hannibal
Diagonal on Panadol, making us incompatible
Detachable, collateral, hitting them like I’m magical
Infallible but tactical, laughable but I’m radical

Hit her from back, and I’m breaking her back bone
Got me Packing up her bag and I’m sending her back home
Still up in a trap and I’m packing a fat cone
Stacking up another rack, and attacking the back road

Switch like an ego, alter my beast mode
Chick tryna deepthroat, wait where my meat go?
Fucking with a freak hoe, talk about a freak show
Everybody’s asking wait where’d the beat go?
Never give an Id, never give an email
Never give a number and never give your details
Stick to the road, never let a man derail
Stick to the code, don’t talk about a presale

Measure with a rooger, never use a ruler
Mask off so I’m looking at my future
Catch another Uber, tryna run through ya
Cast off in a dream like Kruger

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing
Subliminal, but minimal, solid I’m like a mineral
I’m cynical, but pinnacle, hidden like I’m a criminal
So difficult, but typical, really I’m looking lyrical
I’m picking at the syllable, making it all original

Back to the beat, got flows
What happened me god knows
Got back on my feet 10 toes
Fat stacks and a rack that I feed my nose
That’s facts

I’m back with blast, gotta pop another cap
Sniff a couple grams, got me stuck up in a trap
Don’t tell me how to act, get smack on a track
Ping back on rack, and I’m packing up a Mac

Tell me bout the money I’m ready to get the bag
Everybody’s looking at me, I’m ready to get them mad
It’s petty but like fetty I’m ready to run a trap
My Machete make confetti, I’m ready to be attacked

Don’t test that shit, you ain’t ready for this
I got them running for their money, if their taking the piss
But I ain’t really gonna run you got me digging a pit
I Gotta turn it up a level coz I’m making a hit
Wanna talk about a war, I’ma nuclear threat
Put your body in the morgue, then I’m due for the sesh
Now I’m back in the West, and I move with the best
Gonna get another mother fucking heart from a chest

But apart from a mess ima target to check
Got a mark on my head, but I’m marching ahead
Through the path of my debt, to give an arm and a leg
And maybe after the rest, I can dance with the dead

With the devil in my hand, I could never beaten
Got a power like a god, you would never believe it
I’m a whole nother level, I could never be weakened
Better know I’m gonna get it when I know what I’m seeking

Now I’m back from attack, like a stab in the back
No tab on a rack, lemme spaz on the track
Got slags in the trap that I tap from the back
And I’m stacking up my money till I’m wrapped in my cash

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing

Rack lines to keep buzzing
We pack nines, we ain’t running
A hunnid rounds in that drum
Hush hush we say nothing