Started From Scratch
HXNDRO
GENRE
[Intro: HXNDRO]
Can't tell me nothing
No way, Hozay
Yeah, yeah
Uh, look, uh, look
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
[Verse 1: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, got it out the mud (Got it out the mud)
Can’t tell me shit, I had to run it up, aye (I had to run it up)
I remember days, they ain’t show me love (Nah)
Now all these bitches be my fans, yeah, they tryna fuck
Bitch, I’m married to the money, yeah, I been cuffed
Aye, never stop grinding, you can’t have enough
Yeah, I put that on gang, them demons who I trust (For real)
All these niggas in my face, tryna be one of us (No way, Hozay)
Uh, can’t tell me nothing, can’t tell me shit, dawg
Try to diss on the gang, you gon' take a big loss
All this money on me, I feel like I'm Rick Ross
Only work for myself, nigga, I'm a big boss, aye
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks, uh
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
[Verse 2: Eriick Gambino]
He don't get no pass, we get on his ass
762's out the chopper, make it blast (Grrrah)
And my niggas get up on you, that's the perfect task (Perfect task)
And my niggas tryna rob you, tryna get that bag (Boom-boom)
If you really want some smoke, then inhale it, nigga
I'm a real nigga, hanging with some felons, nigga (Yeah, they felons)
Ain't no rat boys, ain't no telling, nigga
Ain't no rat boys, ain't no telling, nigga (No way, Hozay)
And that gas pack, that's what you smelling, nigga
Glocks in the mail, that's what we mailing, nigga (Ship 'em over)
And that gas pack, that's what you smelling, nigga
And them Glocks in the mail, yeah, we mailing, nigga
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
Can't tell me nothing
No way, Hozay
Yeah, yeah
Uh, look, uh, look
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
[Verse 1: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, got it out the mud (Got it out the mud)
Can’t tell me shit, I had to run it up, aye (I had to run it up)
I remember days, they ain’t show me love (Nah)
Now all these bitches be my fans, yeah, they tryna fuck
Bitch, I’m married to the money, yeah, I been cuffed
Aye, never stop grinding, you can’t have enough
Yeah, I put that on gang, them demons who I trust (For real)
All these niggas in my face, tryna be one of us (No way, Hozay)
Uh, can’t tell me nothing, can’t tell me shit, dawg
Try to diss on the gang, you gon' take a big loss
All this money on me, I feel like I'm Rick Ross
Only work for myself, nigga, I'm a big boss, aye
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks, uh
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
[Verse 2: Eriick Gambino]
He don't get no pass, we get on his ass
762's out the chopper, make it blast (Grrrah)
And my niggas get up on you, that's the perfect task (Perfect task)
And my niggas tryna rob you, tryna get that bag (Boom-boom)
If you really want some smoke, then inhale it, nigga
I'm a real nigga, hanging with some felons, nigga (Yeah, they felons)
Ain't no rat boys, ain't no telling, nigga
Ain't no rat boys, ain't no telling, nigga (No way, Hozay)
And that gas pack, that's what you smelling, nigga
Glocks in the mail, that's what we mailing, nigga (Ship 'em over)
And that gas pack, that's what you smelling, nigga
And them Glocks in the mail, yeah, we mailing, nigga
[Chorus: HXNDRO]
Can’t tell me nothing, I started from scratch (From scratch)
Yeah, and I ain’t have no racks
If I lose some money, I'mma get it back (For real)
Yeah, and that’s a big fact (Big fact)
Nigga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (Grrt-baow)
Leave him flat like a flapjack (Like a flapjack)
Can’t tell me nothing, I started with scraps (For real)
Me and the money, we the perfect match (No way, Hozay)
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