HP Boyz - Blueprint Lyrics


Verse 1
Put me on the mic, no chill
I want to be like Michael Scofield
Not Jordan, not Jackson
Fuck out of my town with the accent

I'm back and I'm better
Stay strapping my *****
Never going to fold under pressure

I was in the M-one doing one-eighty
In a High-lux, saying come get me
That's ancient
If that's foul play, then that's flagrant

Tell them I'm faded, tell them I'm off my nut
Tell them I'm too straight up
Tell them I'm fit, tell them don't waste my time
Tell them don't take my lines

And I got tricks like Benihana
And I cut throats, but I ain't no barber
Tell me who’s harder than me
Tell me whose heart beats harder than this

Said I got no heart for the pigs
Got no heart for a snitch
Shoutout to Gizza, shoutout to Pete
My Geez go hard for the six

Hook
I got the plans
I got the blueprint
My Geez been running this game
Stop this nuisance

Have you ever gripped these cans
Have you ever seen these bands
Have you ever flipped a P, double and stash
Have you ever been this mad

Verse 2
Take a L cause you’re learning
Bros got skills on Bills
money coming in that's earning

In and out like a Skerman
Three-nine-seven-six on a German
Curving, while the rubber still burning, swerving
Man can't talk about whips

Talk about bikes, lies-lies
How many times have I told them
That's bread and butter and I'll fold them
Mully so long that's *****

Trust me brother I was chosen
Stay lurking, still
Don't know what I’m mean and
Don't know what I'm feening

Tell the big bro pack the weed in
Got to stay fit for the weekend
In a Penthouse and the morning still peaking
Do u know what I'm speaking

This is the life I been living
Man I been eating, I keep be putting the keys in
Ignition, don't talk about ammunition
Bros got a sawn off

Looks kind of worn off
Brother be careful when that door knocks
While I'm in the booth trying to make the right move
Trying to do this music for a reason

Part of my goal for the season
Blessed that I'm breathing
So don't talk to me
Not even Steven

Hook
I got the plans
I got the blueprint
My G'z been running this game
Stop this nuisance

Have you ever gripped these cans
Have you ever seen these bands
Have you ever flipped a P, double and stash
Have you ever been this mad

Verse 3
You don't know about murking
My G'z out here putting work in
Cos you dress the part and you act a role
But your boys out here still learning

What you mean, what you mean
My G'z put South East on the scene
You don't know what it means
All of my G'z chasing that cheese

Cause the bars too soft too sweet
Crackhead need to eat
Talk about your dreams
When's the last time you had a sleep

You need that snooze
Me and my boys on the booze
Jay Rock win
Six out here never lose

***-***-***-***
Fat like Kathmandu
I've seen it all, the *****
You can't show me new

This is HP culture
You’re not even close bra
***** *****
***** ** ***** with another fat poster

Hampton this, Hampton that
Hampton Six, Hampton
Making moves no camping
Fuck your squad we're all flanking

Bankrupt and we're banking
Cash flow still stacking
Like this cone piece that I'm packing
Six boys what I'm backing








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