HP Boyz - 6 To The World Lyrics

Lyrics for HP Boyz - 6 To The World

Verse 1

Fresh off the international

First to it like the ship was natural

Sold out, seven shows over seas

Came back and spent fifteen G'z in a week

Now I'm halfway through the E-P

And I got to thank God, T-G

Used to dream about being on T.V.

Now I can't watch without seeing my G'z on the screen

Stepped in, paused on my BOSS s**t

You don't do dirt, you do chocolate

**** too I never worry what the cost is

I'm just trying to get crocs until the **** ****

Tell me what now

**** got the **** like it **** from the South

They tell me I'm foul, but I can never be like them

I got my G'z until the end

Still in another trap, we don't talk to the Feds

But the phones still tapped

Coppers trying to charge but I don't cling rap

Took a couple gats, but we still got whaps

Coppers **** dirty

He's soon home early

While I'm copping Burberry

My everyday's of earning

**** side is burning

Caught me like ****, I can see them tables turning

Always stay one hundred

Cause you know I stay worthy

Show no mercy, gang stay murky

Never dying now, but the vision never blury

Pull up to the scene, I pull out like Shirley

*****

Aye, take me back to the birthdays

Keep it humble through all of this struggle

And I feel blessed to see my momma stress less

See my bro's eat best, and the best dressed

But it took long nights, to get to long whites

It was **** **** style back when I want it

It got me like, Roddy Rich I'm most balling

My older G'z still trapping from the morning

Can't forget real ones when you make home-runs

It's still the same, my bro's before the fame

Don't switch up, just cruise the cash game

Better days, getting paid to entertain

I roll another D-B, and I puff and pass

The dream done came at last

I have to thank my G'z, my bro's from HP

And all the haters in between

I'm just way too busy chasing that milli

Watch the six elevate like Drizzy

Blood blazing if you're still hating

We still baking, taking those payments

HP Boyz - Eeny Meeny Music Video

Music Video by HP Boyz - Eeny Meeny

Official Skrypt brings you a music video by HP Boyz called Eeny Meeny. The official music video was released to YouTube on April 30, 2020.

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HP Boyz - Blueprint Music Video

Official Skrypt brings you a track called Blueprint by HP Boyz. The official music video was released to YouTube on May 8th, 2019.

HP Boyz - Blueprint Lyrics by Official Skrypt

HP Boyz - Blueprint Lyrics

Music Video by HP Boyz - Blueprint

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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HP Boyz - Bad and Bouj Lyrics

Hook

What do you know about bad and bouj
What do you know about squeeze, splash that juice
Don't want to be ducking you goose
All of my g's are crazy, all of my g's are loose

Now your running like Kathy-Kathy
Too scared to get splashy, so you start dashing
When you see four deep in the back seat
Slide me, and bang me that fat heat

Verse 1

They want to see me and my gang
Of course will pull in a Porsche
Club banger when we open them doors
Lads just stepped in the whole club paused

They don't want this heat
They couldn't compete with me and my G'z
I don't give no handouts

This shit doesn't come for free

Stop hanging out on the wing
It's freezing cold in the spring
My trappers line still bling’s

Like link up, creep up, speak up merk them all in my jeans
Full in it for the cream
Don't serve the ops or neither the fiends
Like how are you been

Hook

What do you know about bad and bouj
What do you know about squeeze, splash that juice
Don't want to be ducking you goose
All of my g's are crazy, all of my g's are loose

Now your running like Kathy-Kathy
Too scared to get splashy, so you start dashing
When you see four deep in the back seat
Slide me, and bang me that fat heat

Verse 2

Look around me
Got my whole crew sitting on a balcony
Like how can he move like that
Free my crew in the SHU, soon back

I skid it like wick and them
I kick it like Wilkinson
I'm on MTV, play my mp3
At the MCG then ***** ***** *****

Like yeah, nah, can't be stopped
Skid it like wick till my heart beats stop
Santana, feeling like Dave with the drama
Psycho, smack you in the head with a *****

Can't just stop me now
I'm at the top of my AUS s**t now
Brother I'm foul, no technical
My gang pull up like *****

Hook

What do you know about bad and bouj
What do you know about squeeze, splash that juice
Don't want to be ducking you goose
All of my g's are crazy, all of my g's are loose

Now your running like Kathy-Kathy
Too scared to get splashy, so you start dashing
When you see four deep in the back seat
Slide me, and bang me that fat heat

Verse 3

Now you’re looking all stupid, acting
Not use to this action packing
Trying to catch that luck like Lucci
Like Al in the kingpin movies

To smooth to soothe
I don't need no reason

We caught that Addy
Don't need belly’s, and we hanging for treason

This gun play season
This shit just way too easy
Six out here still teasing
What you need what you feeling

The T still on from the morning till the evening
Cause the locals are feening

That cash flow still ice-cold and it's freezing
That's steady and breathing

Hook

What do you know about bad and bouj
What do you know about squeeze, splash that juice
Don't want to be ducking you goose
All of my g's are crazy, all of my g's are loose

Now your running like Kathy-Kathy
Too scared to get splashy, so you start dashing
When you see four deep in the back seat
Slide me, and bang me that fat heat

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HP Boyz - Engineers Music Video

Official Skrypt brings you a track called Engineers by HP Boyz. The official music video was released to YouTube on February 5th, 2020.

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HP Boyz - Engineers Lyrics

Music Video by HP Boyz - Engineers

Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear

We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear

We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

Verse 1
How conspicuous, how vigorous
I've seen the keys, and it's ridiculous
Judging what we do, how it's ambiguous
Can't rely on the governor, the trap is feeding us

We are, bad brothers so don't bother
Stashed up like chopper, mullet proper
So since when did you fucking rock the trend
Since when did you get this confident

Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
Bellied up and the burka is all black
And it's the same old faces
Same old statements but my Gs
Flipped their aces to make this

Why you stunting and fronting like you going to do something
You ain't gon' do nothing, you ain't gon' bust nothing
My whole team stay hungry, you never see us running
Pull a burner out, of course we keep a gunning

The whole lot, but free my brothers that be
Locked up in a box, too many snitches they be
Snitching on the block, f**k them all
They don't know about *****

My whole team stay earning, this shit will never stop, grinding
All my brothers put time in, gang shit
They couldn't stunt on me, I was that
Fool that be actin' up in school

Now that I'm old yeah I got me little tool
Pull up to your ends, that ain't nothing real new
G in the flesh yeah I stepped in correct
All my lads bang I just smoke them up with leads

Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cause, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear

We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

Verse 2
Tell them no bluffing, cousin what's good
They know me I'm a Don Son straight from the hood
And if they want drama, watch the TV
They call me Benihana, when I'm OT

I'm weighing up the OZs trying to make a P
I'm still in the Luxy doing one-eighty
And I don't want to talk about them boys their
I'm under the radar, trying to stay clear

And I don't want to do the dirties, no fucks
I been doing it since early, tell them I'm
Swerving, listen to my sermon
Clearly, I'll tell you how the streets make an earning

Have you ever heard of, clinging on a burner
Word up, shimmy like I'm Timmy Turner
I was on the curb, doing dirt for the six
Murking, tell them I don't work for the feinds

I ride for my click and for all my OGs
I'm that kid from f**king HP
And if they trying do me, tell them get it done
Please, I know them boys need a *****

Hook
Aye can I make one thing clear
If you was in the trap brother, how are you here
We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear

We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
And we don't want to hear about food or a budget
They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon

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