Just Cuz Lyrics – Hunxho

Read the full Just Cuz lyrics by Hunxho along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Hunxho's music, you can also explore Instinct and Wagyu, two other songs by Hunxho.

[Intro: Hunxho]
Huh, this one for us
This s*it for us, yeah
S*it for us

[Chorus: Hunxho]
Spend two five just on these kits, 'cause I'm rich and I pop s*it (I'm rich)
Spend this dime just on your b!tch, because she thick and let me hit (She thick)
And all my cars, they came with tint, 'cause I ride backseat, I like s*x (I like s*x)
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim, yeah
Dropped a bad b!tch on my finsta, it's just me, her and her friend
You been bagged up, you got bad luck, don't even trip, just touch my hand
I get active, I ain't no rapper, like fu*k half this s*it I'm saying
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami, yeah

[Verse 1: Hunxho]
I don't need too many people, I won't see them folks again (See them folks again)
You let beat something, when we meet up, you won't see them boys again (You won't see them boys again)
No BP truck, it's a V truck, man, them shots ain't getting in (Man, them shots ain't getting in)
She gon' fu*k soon as she see us, you don't need shots when you come in
I'm in New York with all my chains on, out here balling like the Knicks (Balling like the Knicks)
These n!ggas die soon as they tweak, you better not talk 'bout none of my men (Better not talk 'bout none of my men)
I pop out shows like fifty deep, I'm in the Jeep truck with lil' Rick (Jeep truck with lil' Rick)
They get halos, n!gga pull on side me, it's a Lego in that stick (It's a Lego in that stick)
It's a Lego, all-white coupe look like mayo (Mayo)
Three white hoes, I'm the main ho (Main ho)
If I fu*k you and it's worth, you ain't gotta ask me, I'll pay, oh (Pay, oh)
N!gga speak on this s*it, pull up smooshing s*it like his s*it Play-Doh (Play-Doh)
Got three Rolls, it got layers (Layers)
And my bull like we tomatoes (Tomatoes)
Get 'em gone, my youngin known for smacking s*it, ain't talking 'bout— (ain't talking 'bout)
I'ma get 'em gone, my youngin known for smacking s*it, you bet' not play us
S*it, I'm on (S*it, I'm on), I done got rich by twenty five, I'm on my way up (Way up)
It's a marathon, I ain't even gotta run, I'ma just pace up, yeah
I put the F-Gs on the Jeep, you n!ggas ain't seen that (F-Gs)
I put three fine b!tches on the PJ, n!gga, I be back, right back
These n!ggas be talking, but they talking 'bout the beef, feel like I don't eat that (Eat it up)

I'm in the road with the ride in my hand, I lay the seat back

[Chorus: Hunxho & Real Recognize Rio]
Spend two five just on these kits (Spend two five), 'cause I'm rich and I pop s*it (I pop s*it)
Spend this dime just on your b!tch, because she thick (Because she thick) and let me hit (She let me hit)
And all my cars, they came with tint, 'cause I ride backseat, I like s*x (Backseat, I like s*x)
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim (I ain't trim)
Dropped a bad b!tch on my finsta, it's just me, her and her friend (It's just me, her and her friend)
You been bagged up, you got bad luck, don't even trip, just touch my hand (Don't even trip, just touch my hand)
I get active, I ain't no rapper, like fu*k half this s*it I'm saying (Fu*k half this s*it I'm saying)
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Real Recognize Rio]
My lil' brodie doing a sentence, so I keep money on his books (I keep money on his books)
I might go down for armed robbery, all these chances I done took (All these chances I done took)
Take out my eyes, I'd rather be blind before I see my people hurt, yeah
They ain't lock up the pastor, but my bros keep screaming, "Free the church" (Yeah, oh)
Glasses made by Chrome Heart (Chrome Heart)
Jeans came with the crosses on it (Crosses on it)
N!ggas rats and tryna rap, don't send a verse, I ain't talking on it (Won't do it)
I seen n!ggas jogging, homie, yeah, but I'm really running s*it (I'm running s*it)
Laughing to the bank, yeah, I peep you n!ggas, yeah on that funny s*it, yeah
I got hella comments in (Comments in), but ball like I ain't got none of it (Ball)
When it come to that money s*it, I'm scrambling like Donnovan, yeah
You know they call me Triple R
Put three R's on the Cullinan (Cullinan)
Now the double R like Rick Ross, but every day a young n!gga hustling (Know that)
My b!tch red as a Republican, yeah
Counting blue s*it like a Democrat, yeah
Got blue hundreds, got pink fifties, yeah, s*it, all colors like a Skittles pack (Uh)
Everybody went fake (Uh), fu*k it, I'm a gorilla like a silverback (Gorilla)
I'm paralyzed to the hate, I can't even play, dog, yeah, I ain't feeling that

[Chorus: Hunxho]
Spend two five just on these kits, 'cause I'm rich and I pop s*it
Spend this dime just on your b!tch, because she thick and let me hit
And all my cars, they came with tint, 'cause I ride backseat, I like s*x
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim
Dropped a bad b!tch on my finsta, it's just me, her and her friend
You been bagged up, you got bad luck, don't even trip, just touch my hand
I get active, I ain't no rapper, like fu*k half this s*it I'm saying
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami