Lyrics Sb Hunt – Undercover

Undercover Lyrics – Sb Hunt

Singer: Sb Hunt
Title: Undercover

They like turn me up SB
None of y’all impress me
They all tryna check me
And hate indirectly

Stepping Giuseppe
I drip like spaghetti
It get a lil messy
Ain’t sh#t they can tell me

sh#t they could sell me
These boys be too petty
I’m really too pretty
My hair getting messy

I can’t go in I ain’t ready
I’m stuffing my Louis V Jeans with some Fetti on Fetti
I just met this hoe
But she swеar that she met me

I just lеft the dealership burn my Pirelli
Am Machiavelli
I see through Vercetti
My layup is jelly

With Bishop and Freddy
Poppin like eddy
We poppin like addy
See though em like Neji

My head getting heavy
RIP Sketchy
I don’t send a text she just send me the addy
Pull up in an Audi

I’m laughing like taffy
I’m just getting started
These boys be so scared
Yeah these boys be too startled

Pushing the throttle
She’s shaped like a bottle
With face like a model
No key push to start it

Winning regardless
These boys be too preppy
My style getting better
I’m dressing up dressy

Not eating picky
I’m filling my belly
This scene got too risky
It’s full of some Mickeys

Damn, let me catch my breathe
I had to turn to the man
I fell in love with the Lams
I don’t like to flex on the gram

I stay undercover
I’m pushing my weight
Get stretched like some rubber
Get smoked like a swisher

I’m not really sober
My cup overflowing
I ain’t even know it
I –

You don’t know just what I know
You don’t know just what I’m on
All my life I’ve been patient
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

There’s some things that I’ve seen
Underestimate me
Yeah I dare you
You get it?

I got it
I love in love with the profit it
Might put this song on a project
I just spent a rack at hibachi

Then walked up in Lenox
They think I’m a folly
They want me to finish
I ain’t even started

I keep it official I’m cool with my colleagues
John Hardy bracelet came straight out of Bali
This isn’t an image
I’m cool with my chemist

My cup full of sins
And my wood full of spinach yeah
I don’t do specifics
I take my percentage

And mind my own business
I’m moving positions yeah
I had to count up the digits yeah
I’m popping off like prescription yeah

My neck is wet like pacific yeah
No longer whipping the civic
This sh#t panoramic
The color is Lemon

The windows are tinted
You cannot see in it yeah
The edition is limited
Hop in the tank and move militant

I’m climbing the ranks yeah I’ve been in it
They like young SB you killin it
Thanks
Then they run with the swag and they know I invented it
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