text: Head Huncho Lyrics
  Yeah
  Countin up this bag is excitin
  Yeah, I gave my mum some bags after night shifts
  Yeah, youre my brudda, you aint gotta hide shit
  And your energys kind of different, I cant vibe with you
  Might be sittin next to you and theres no clue
  Im on Southern Railway and I got some food
  Im so used to winnin now, I cannot lose
  See my favourite fiend today, I gave him twos
  In Chanel we goin in, we buyin twos
  One for me and one for sister, thats a mood
  Cant be spendin on a woman, fuck your bag
  I got a talent man, Im good with rubber bands
  Casually run through a hundred bags
  Feds wanna cuff me, I had bruises on my hands
  I dont know how they know Ive been so ruthless, I had plans
  They blamin all the shavings and bootings on the gang
  Im countin up this bag, its so excitin
  Latex so I can put my hands on all this Pyrex
  Foot down, put it in sports when I see sirens
  Both my past and my present has been violent
  I just left the corner store with rubber bands
  How can you try and tell me who I am?
  Get some cash and tie it on you, thats a plan
  Im in Paris wearin Alexander Wang, oh yeah
  Back in London, yeah, I got a chick in Wang
  That just set me back, yeah, a couple grand
  Stop at Dam and check the plug, thats how I am
  Got deliveries just loaded and theyre stamped
  And theyre stamped
  Its 3AM, yeah, Im like a vamp
  When I play COD, I do not camp
  In real life, I do not camp
  I shine like Sonia, then shine like Lamps
  I still provide for fans who need that TT white for fast
  Still, I need elastic bands, been makin bankrolls from the bando
  I love the hustle and as far hustle can go
  I made a killin off the fifty and a Zanco
  I might have to go on toilet, S.O., thank you
  These rales want me back, I started with a Q and climbed
  We aint know they managed that
  This metal on me, I cant lack
  Still, I count up all my cash
  I just blinked and blew a stack, ohh, ohh
  I just left and blew a stack, ohh, ohh
  Head Huncho back-to-back
  I still bag it up in flats
  Im still settin traps for rats
  Im still givin food to cats
  And I dont mean no pussycat, no, no
  I dont mean no pussycats, no, no
  Headie One and Huncho, oh, oh
  Im get-gettin packs for lows
  And were gettin packs for lows
  And Im sellin all the dro, ohh, ohh
  Get it for the low, ohh
  I still get it for the low, ohh, ohh
  Dont short on the pack, make sure
  Hahaha
  Hahaha, oh shit
  Dont come here showing that bag boy
  Huncholini the 1stEmbed