Armani Caesar Feat. Benny The Butcher & Stove God Cooks - Hunnit Dolla Hiccup

Lyrics

[Intro: Armani Caesar]
Uh-huh
A.C. is the motherfuckin' diva (Yeah)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, ayo

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar & Benny the Butcher]
I'm screamin' "Fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches), "Titty-fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches)
I'm up, bitches, No Doze, what, bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle thirty, yeah, booms in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I do's, it gets done, it's a— (Woo)
It's that real (Uh-huh), pussy stay mad still
Why just light up your ave' and pop me an aville (Uh-huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now, hundred dollar hiccups (Yeah)
They say I got the juice now, like I'm Mark Bishop (Grrah)
My only competition starin' at me in the mirror (What up?)
My mama told me not to grow it fast, I ain't wanna hear it
Got a team of bad bitches (Uh-huh), when they pass, gеt the shivers (What elsе?)
Cut it back, get the scissors, when the cash get delivered (Ha)
Don't catch feelings, I catch flights (I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas, and no type (Nah)
You the ho' type, I'm the dough type (Uh-huh)
Murder scene, C's killin' all the shit y'all ghostwrite (Haha)
Chain where the titties be (Titties), back in it, look at me (Uh-huh)
On some chill shit, but this MAC on a killin' spree (Brr, brr, brr)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me? (Ah)
Fuck-bitches wanna click with me (The Butcher comin', nigga)
'Cause they really scared to be my enemy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Stove God Cooks]
I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops, Marice, Malone, and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop? I didn't bring this ghetto to slapbox (No)
Rappers gon' fold, like laptops (Laptops), I represent for all the have-nots (Have-nots)
Coaches don't jump with the mascots (Uh-uh), I just pick who take the last shot (Last shot)
Two hundred grand on a coffee table, covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip and get some raw for sale, I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell
Though I'm fitted like a star, I remember when a nigga had it hard as hell (Hard as hell)
Preciouses, wasted off in jail, that's a story that my scars'll tell (Ah)
Let me welcome niggas to the Teri dome, this the jigsaw marathon
Every member got carats on (All of 'em), we run this shit, so we share boutons
West had it, passed it to Conway, I got to watch how it was carried on (I watched)
Very strong, eighty ball, kept us foot on niggas' necks, very long
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all, but I knew that I would bury y'all (I knew it)
Armani up and the game got her prepared for y'all (Nah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' niggas (Uh)

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
Fly by, you in the Cullinan (Haha), just left the plug again (Woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man (Haha), the money runnin' in (Yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside the pot, I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my nigga Woe', he five summers in (Free Big Woe')
Playin' with her pussy in the Hellcat, I'm like "Come again"
She like, "I wanna go upstairs", I'm like, "I want a hundred bricks" (Hahaha)
You know I'm on God time, wrist time, brick time
Southside, barbershop, parkin' lot
Fed cameras outside (Yeah), and they was patient (They was patient)
They was waitin' (They wanted was back)
They was watchin' us like everybody loves framin' (Hahaha)
My young boy hangin' out the Corvette, sprayin'
(Brr, bah, bah, bah, brr, bah), ah
Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back, stampin' stoves on kilos, for real (For real)
Hahaha, Stove