Huey

Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping 'em, fuck, I’m like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came
The first time which ain’t fast if you Los Angeles-raised (Nigga)
My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (Aye)
And the clique tight-knit, it’s like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me (Yup)
You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch)
I’m off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money
It’s Early, running with niggas who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in
Critics pretend they get it and bitches just don’t fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother, just
Grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it
Or Colt .45 in it, you know how I get it
I’m toasting myself, and a toast to all my niggas
And ain’t no time limit, I’m toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can’t focus so well
And now, a formal introduction