156 Hudson (Explicit) - Scorey

Lyrics by：Bakari Ward/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Nick Mira/Parker Young/Nathan Scott Lamarche/Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns/Ethan Hayes

Composed by：Bakari Ward/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Nick Mira/Parker Young/Nathan Scott Lamarche/Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns/Ethan Hayes

Produced by：Banrisk/Haze/Nash/Nick Mira/Paryo/Taz Taylor

Cash in my pocket rain on my wrist

All this money still don't cover

Up the pain that exists

Stand in cold weather

I kept that flame on my hip

Till I started chasing money

Glad I came to my senses

Hit his block up from different ways

Get a wig split

He got shot up and now he saved

And he christian

Wild ones don't **** wit' the gang

They don't listen

Loud guns he unleash his rage

Wit' that big fifth

Just give 'em 20 thou' think

They won't gun you down

Walk up and run you down then

Smoke a ******* pound

We' just some dirty niggas

But we gettin' money now

Bro keep that 30 wit' him 'cause

He need a bunch of rounds

Turn that switch on 'cause washy love

To hear that thunder sound

Made a diss-song and now you rappin'

From the ******* ground

Worm food when we get that lo'

We get to spinnin' like a whirlpool

Mind your buisness you ain't in this ****

It don't concern you

156 hudson I came up from hustlin'

Starvin' I ain't have no meal in my stomach

He' a target don't care where he is

We still comin'

He been heartless he been tryna kill

**** for nothin'

156 hudson that's where I was thuggin' at

I can't lie I broke up wit' the streets

And keep on runnin' back

All this bloodshed still could never

Get my brother back

Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks racks

Dirty sprite shared I just had

To pour me up some lean

Havin' nightmares niggas tryna

Take me out my dreams

I stay right there post up wit'

My glizzy 17

And my type rare I can't name

A realer man than me

He got caught up on that block

Now it's a repass

All he saw was glock and heard that

Fahh he better think fast

Rip to zach I woke up thinking

'Bout my wingman uh

And lil roc scheming why you think

He got that ski-mask

156 hudson I came up from hustlin'

Starvin' I ain't have no

Meal in my stomach

He' a target don't care where he is

We still comin'

He been heartless he been tryna

Kill **** for nothin'

156 hudson that's where I was thuggin' at

I can't lie I broke up wit'

The streets and keep on runnin' back

All this bloodshed still could

Never get my brother back

Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks racks-racks