Hunxho – Just Cuz (feat. Real Recognize Rio) Lyrics

Just Cuz

Hunxho (feat. Real Recognize Rio)

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"Just Cuz." - Hunxho (feat. Real Recognize Rio)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:46 am

Album: For Us

Track No: 02

Huh, this one for us
This shit for us, yeah
Shit for us
Spend two five just on these kits, 'cause I'm rich, and I pop shit (I'm rich)
Spend this dime just on your bitch, because she thick, and let me hit (She thick)
And all my cars, they came with tint, 'cause I ride backseat, I like sex (I like sex)
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim (Yeah)
Dropped a bad bitch 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 fuck half this shit I'm sayin'
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami (Yeah)
I don't need too many people, I won't see them folks again (See them folks again)
You let beat somethin', 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 gettin' in (Man, them shots ain't gettin' in)
She gon' fuck soon as she see us, you don't need shots when you come in
In New York with all my chains on, out here ballin' like the Knicks (Ballin' like the Knicks)
These **** 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, **** 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 fuck you and it's worth, you ain't gotta ask me, I'll pay, oh (Pay, oh)
**** speak on this shit, pull up smooshin' shit like his shit 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 smackin' shit, ain't talkin' 'bout— (Ain't talkin' 'bout)
I'ma get 'em gone, my youngin known for smackin' shit, you bet' not play us
Shit, I'm on (Shit, 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 **** ain't seen that (F-Gs)
I put three fine bitches on the PJ, ****, I be back, right back
These **** be talkin', but they talkin' '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
Spend two five just on these kits (Spend two five), 'cause I'm rich, and I pop shit (I pop shit)
Spend this dime just on your bitch, 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 sex (Backseat, I like sex)
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim (I ain't trim)
Dropped a bad bitch 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 fuck half this shit I'm sayin' (Fuck half this shit I'm sayin')
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lil' brodie doin' 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 screamin', "Free the church" (Yeah, oh)
Glasses made by Chrome Heart (Chrome Heart)
Jeans came with the crosses on it (Crosses on it)
**** rats and tryna rap, don't send a verse, I ain't talkin' on it (Won't do it)
I seen **** joggin', homie (Yeah), but I'm really runnin' shit (I'm runnin' shit)
Laughin' to the bank (Yeah), I peep you **** (Yeah) on that funny shit (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 shit, I'm scramblin' 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 **** hustlin' (Know that)
My bitch red as a Republican (Yeah)
Countin' blue shit like a Democrat (Yeah)
Got blue hundreds, got pink fifties (Yeah), shit, all colors like a Skittles pack (Uh)
Everybody went fake (Uh), fuck 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 feelin' that
Spend two five just on these kits, 'cause I'm rich, and I pop shit
Spend this dime just on your bitch, because she thick, and let me hit
And all my cars, they came with tint, 'cause I ride backseat, I like sex
I won't at you when in action, I get active, I ain't trim
Dropped a bad bitch 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 fuck half this shit I'm sayin'
I'm in a black truck with the smacker, we brought switches to Miami

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo, Josiah Sinclair, Mikael Haataja, Paul-Emanuel Virga, Real Recognize Rio & Sammuel Haataja.

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