Better Than Ever
(Ayy, Honcho got the sauce)
I just swerved the foreign in a different lane, ayy ayy
I can make a freak bitch outta your main, ayy ayy
All these n****s chickens, no this isn't Cane's, ayy ayy
.40 bang, hollow tips at your brain, ayy, ayy
Fallin' in love, bitch is you stupid?
Is it the drank or is it cupid?
Do you not know that my n****s ruthless?
Y'all n****s not solid, y'all n****s fluid
I'm in love with the action, not just cappin'
Somethin' 'bout pistols clappin' and choppas blastin'
Is you 'bout that shit that you fuckin' rappin'?
If so, n***a link up and make it happen
It's Honcho, I'm back, better than ever
She wanted my kids and I just met her
They said Honch' could you stop and I said never
She lovin' my bars, say they so clever
My boys keep straps, ready for whatever
Walk in and make it rain, I change the weather
5IVE in the paper, we makin' the headers
Gold and gems, my neck is Blackbeard's Treasure
I'm with Way-V and we put you on a stretcher
She was up on me, she wanted my balls, no tether
I'ma keep doin' the music long as I keep gettin' cheddar
And my diamonds is heavy and yours is light as a damn feather
Uhh, they faker than plastic, this shit is so tragic
I'm shootin' like Dragic, dissapearin' like magic
I spit hot shit like dragons, they can't catch me lackin'
Money off of a package, you couldn't imagine
Money in my pockets that these n****s couldn't think off
Bitch, my wallet look like I just robbed a fuckin Brink's truck
Pour a four in the sprite, now it's time to drink up
Just put some water on my wrist, I turned the sink up
These n****s so basic, no wonder they hatin'
Because they still wearin' Asics, I'm dressed in the latest
Way-V, he goin' ape shit and still on the playlist
Give your mans a damn facelift, I'm grippin' the stainless
Honcho and Way-V, we is the duo
My pockets is on fat, yeah my pockets is on sumo
Play my cards right, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Uno
And this choppa gon' send him to Mars, I ain't talkin' Bruno
I got the paper like secretary
Walked in with a whole lotta weapons near me
Try me send his ass to the cemetery
So much ice on me, feel like Ben and Jerry's
Got a lotta drip just like fondue
I hit your girl, then I go and hit your mom too
I'm makin' sick money, think I got the guap flu
And they try to copy everything that Honch' do
