I’m out here runnin. Yeah it’s my town

And people learn to recognize me 

Yeah I think it’s funny. Word gets around  

Betcha couldn’t say it to me

Who pulls the strings? 

Who got fancy things? 

If you want it, then I get it. Like, (go get it)

This whatchu want? (yeah)

To cut in front?

Well If you’re gonna wish it better make sure that you twist it in me

Hey honey hands

Are you feeling lucky? 

Gunnin for the guts and glory

Trynna kill the king of hearts 

Put a jack in its place.

Hey honey hands

You’re cuffs are bloody

High stakes, runnin duffel money

Wanna weaponize your cards

Drawing nothing but blanks

Dirty chips and muscle, gone underground

Reachin for the sway above you

Hot, short game hustle keeps you around 

Until you fold to pressure ‘round you

You wanna piece? (Ooh)

You want the beast?

Every crumb makes you so vicious (Mmm, delicious)

Who’s got the clout?

Whose name in your mouth?

Well if you’re gonna spit it, better make sure that you swish it for me

Hey honey hands

Are you feeling lucky? 

Gunnin for the guts and glory

Trynna kill the king of hearts 

Put a jack in its place.

Hey honey hands

You’re cuffs are bloody

High stakes, runnin duffel money

Wanna weaponize your cards

Drawing nothing but blanks

Dark past, whiplash when ya

Look back, too fast runnin

So get in the car, get in the car, get in the car

Why so antsy? Raise me honey

Late fees, lazy money

Well, show me your cards, show me your cards, show me your cards

Fold

Hey honey hands

Are you feeling lucky? 

Gunnin for the guts and glory

Trynna kill the king of hearts 

Put a jack in its place.

Hey honey hands

You’re cuffs are bloody

High stakes, runnin duffel money

Wanna weaponize your cards

Drawing nothing but blanks