[Hook]
… Girl Scout, thin mints in a Russian Cream
Hysteric Glamour hoodie, BAPE shoes and Evisu jeans
Bad foreign bitch, hair pink just like Sakura
Gold caps, third eye, glow just like Amun-Ra
Lil' bro put a sword on a chop just like Zabuza
Put titties on a GLOCK, let 'em flash just like Mardi Gras
And this…
[Intro]
(Surf Gang)
Hi-C, bitch
(EVILGIANE)
Go, go (Go, go)
Hi-C, man
Go, go (Go, go, bloodbath)
Hi-C Touchdown
Aight fuck it, let's go
Let's get it
[Verse]
Hi-C, PunchGang, let my nuts hang
Nigga cop a book of LSD and flip the whole page
All these different flavors in the 'wood, smokin' dope strains
Lil' bro the plug down in Cali, now he grow strains
Neck on chiller, wrists cold like an ice age
Cartiers protect me from the glare like a lamp shade
Pussy ass nigga talkin' crazy from a fake page
Keep speakin' on me, all that hate just give me more fame
Broke ass nigga, you don't even got a band saved
Niggas broke and they starved, I can see these niggas rib cage
Actin' friendly, I'm like hell nah, you can't get no handshake
Tried to stab me in my back nigga, two can play at that game
Had my bro stomp a pussy nigga flat like a pancake
I was broke but them racks patch me up, call 'em Band-Aids
Louis V, checker board on my belt like a chess game
Bape shoes, Bape hoodie, black and white like a Yin-Yang
Pull up, V12, scat pack, colored Orange Tang
Hi-tech got my goons in this fashion, drippin' blood stains
Thigh pads in my jeans, pockets filled up with [?]
Got a bad foreign bitch, eat the dick like its gourmet
Pull up, twin Glocks on my hip, call 'em twin flames
[?] 2-door, ride past, watch 'em shift shape
Nobu, Fogos, eating lamb steak
Vivienne chain, and the stones pink lemonade
Righthanded snake, cut him off, Xavier Renegade
Right handed god, you get left if you in the way
I know that she yours, I'ma still fuck her anyway
[?] told her call me Hi-C the great (Evilgiane)
I can't let these pussy niggas get next to me
Chrome heart tee with the Vivienne accessories
Bitch eatin' dick, and her friend was an accessory
Prolly broke every lil' nigga heart thats instead of me
Give that boy a head start, how you still not ahead of me?
You my son, you my kid, better not bite the hand that feed
I feel like a girl scout, thin mints in a Russian cream
Hysteric Glamour Hoodie, Bape shoes and Evisu jeans
Bad foreign bitch, hair pink just like Sakura
Gold caps, third eye, glow just like Amun-Ra
Lil' bro put a sword on a chop' just like Zabuza
Put titties on a Glock, let 'em flash just like Mardi Gras
And this ain't yoga class, but your bitch in a downward dog
Hi-tech splash, pour a deuce, got me noddin' off
All these lil' twitter niggas on dick, need to knock it off
Punch a pussy ass nigga in his head till I knock it off
[Outro]
Yeah, that shit man
Hi-C Touchdown in this bitch man (Touchdown)
Lil' freeverse man (Hello)
Niggas wanted me to go back to my old style man (Hello)
Shit, man
How the fuck I'm gon' do that man, all these lil' niggas done bit that shit up, bro
Fuck it though man, Hi-C Touchdown bitch
… Girl Scout, thin mints in a Russian Cream
Hysteric Glamour hoodie, BAPE shoes and Evisu jeans
Bad foreign bitch, hair pink just like Sakura
Gold caps, third eye, glow just like Amun-Ra
Lil' bro put a sword on a chop just like Zabuza
Put titties on a GLOCK, let 'em flash just like Mardi Gras
And this…
[Intro]
(Surf Gang)
Hi-C, bitch
(EVILGIANE)
Go, go (Go, go)
Hi-C, man
Go, go (Go, go, bloodbath)
Hi-C Touchdown
Aight fuck it, let's go
Let's get it
[Verse]
Hi-C, PunchGang, let my nuts hang
Nigga cop a book of LSD and flip the whole page
All these different flavors in the 'wood, smokin' dope strains
Lil' bro the plug down in Cali, now he grow strains
Neck on chiller, wrists cold like an ice age
Cartiers protect me from the glare like a lamp shade
Pussy ass nigga talkin' crazy from a fake page
Keep speakin' on me, all that hate just give me more fame
Broke ass nigga, you don't even got a band saved
Niggas broke and they starved, I can see these niggas rib cage
Actin' friendly, I'm like hell nah, you can't get no handshake
Tried to stab me in my back nigga, two can play at that game
Had my bro stomp a pussy nigga flat like a pancake
I was broke but them racks patch me up, call 'em Band-Aids
Louis V, checker board on my belt like a chess game
Bape shoes, Bape hoodie, black and white like a Yin-Yang
Pull up, V12, scat pack, colored Orange Tang
Hi-tech got my goons in this fashion, drippin' blood stains
Thigh pads in my jeans, pockets filled up with [?]
Got a bad foreign bitch, eat the dick like its gourmet
Pull up, twin Glocks on my hip, call 'em twin flames
[?] 2-door, ride past, watch 'em shift shape
Nobu, Fogos, eating lamb steak
Vivienne chain, and the stones pink lemonade
Righthanded snake, cut him off, Xavier Renegade
Right handed god, you get left if you in the way
I know that she yours, I'ma still fuck her anyway
[?] told her call me Hi-C the great (Evilgiane)
I can't let these pussy niggas get next to me
Chrome heart tee with the Vivienne accessories
Bitch eatin' dick, and her friend was an accessory
Prolly broke every lil' nigga heart thats instead of me
Give that boy a head start, how you still not ahead of me?
You my son, you my kid, better not bite the hand that feed
I feel like a girl scout, thin mints in a Russian cream
Hysteric Glamour Hoodie, Bape shoes and Evisu jeans
Bad foreign bitch, hair pink just like Sakura
Gold caps, third eye, glow just like Amun-Ra
Lil' bro put a sword on a chop' just like Zabuza
Put titties on a Glock, let 'em flash just like Mardi Gras
And this ain't yoga class, but your bitch in a downward dog
Hi-tech splash, pour a deuce, got me noddin' off
All these lil' twitter niggas on dick, need to knock it off
Punch a pussy ass nigga in his head till I knock it off
[Outro]
Yeah, that shit man
Hi-C Touchdown in this bitch man (Touchdown)
Lil' freeverse man (Hello)
Niggas wanted me to go back to my old style man (Hello)
Shit, man
How the fuck I'm gon' do that man, all these lil' niggas done bit that shit up, bro
Fuck it though man, Hi-C Touchdown bitch
( Hi-C Touchdown )
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