Hotboy Wes ft. Finesse2Tymes – Renegade Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Renegade – Hotboy Wes ft. Finesse2Tymes

9th Street, uh, uh..
On with the prison, left us in the trenches
I told the lieutenant I’m first come in
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck
When a opp said, It’s up, I was first to spin
Said I was p**sy when I was in booking
She throwin’ that p**sy like first to ten
F**k the police, off the top, I’ma flee
This a SRT that I’m swervin’ in

Juggin’ in back of them ‘partments
Them n**gas be robbin s**t up in the front
Uncle the smoker, but he still the solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dunk
Don’t f**k with these n**gas, I’ma fall off the trunk
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums

How the f**k he signed a record deal he still be robbin’ n**gas
Everywhere that Lil Hotboy go, you know I got that carbon with me
Jumped up out the porch, I ain’t have no OG or no father figure
I been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade
Back door Joe, slime ball renegade
If a n**ga say I crossed him out, he tried to cross me
I was sellin’ dope in front the store in the tall tee
They say they gon’ all me, but I be where they all be

Where they all at
Where they all at
Man, I don’t know, man
Let a motherf**kin’ dog preach
Huh, let a motherf**kin’ dog preach
For real

On with the prison, left us in the trenches
I told the lieutenant I’m first come in
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck
When a opp said, It’s up, I was first to spin
Said I was p**sy when I was in booking
She throwin’ that p**sy like first to ten
F**k the police, off the top, I’ma flee
This a SRT that I’m swervin’ in

Juggin’ in back of them ‘partments
Them n**gas be robbin s**t up in the front
Uncle the smoker, but he still the solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dunk
Don’t f**k with these n**gas, I’ma fall off the trunk
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums
Free Street, Finesse, name one of ’em

Left the hood, stole and bought four ounces, and a jungle juice
If I see you out and I don’t speak, then I don’t f**k with you
Switches on my gleef, for all the silencers
He ain’t Mob Ties, if that n**ga ain’t got ties with me
Kickin’ P with West, we in the trenches, tryna knock a ho
Forty-five a pound, he wanted ten, I charged him forty-four
Don’t give a f**k, braggin’ ’bout your hitter, heard they hit him up
Quit playin’ tuff, we know that s**t cap, so we don’t give a f**k

Just ’cause you sent the hit
Don’t mean you gangster, let me clear the word
If I wanna hear a rapper cap, then I be a engineer
Cut it off, two hundred pounds of za, I served ’em in the low
I’m in the Eight, they love me from the Fifth
I’m always to the North

On with the prison, left us in the trenches
I told the lieutenant I’m first come in
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck
When a opp said, It’s up, I was first to spin
Said I was p**sy when I was in booking
She throwin’ that p**sy like first to ten
F**k the police, off the top, I’ma flee
This a SRT that I’m swervin’ in

Juggin’ in back of them ‘partments
Them n**gas be robbin s**t up in the front
Uncle the smoker, but he still the solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dunk
Don’t f**k with these n**gas, I’ma fall off the trunk
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums

I been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade
Back door Joe, slime ball renegade
B**ch a*s n**ga
That s**t took…

➤ Written by Hotboy Wes, Finesse2Tymes, B100, Richy Beats & Squat Beats
Produced by B100, Richy Beats & Squat Beats
Hotboy Wes | Finesse2Tymes | 2022

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