Heyy

Album: It's Only Me (2022)
Charted: 21
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  • (Yeah)

    My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah)
    Just prolly one of her lil' messy hatin'-ass friends bein' evil
    I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up
    Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser
    Sixty hoes in New York havin' dinner
    Bottega send it to me soon as they get it
    I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter
    Make sure everybody sit comfortable
    You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'
    She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
    They know we can't be fucked with, they not one of us
    It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not fallin'
    Brabus baby blue, the inside too
    I'm feelin' like a kid again
    They thought I got lucky last time
    Fuck it, I'm back on that shit again
    Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly
    Got it chocolate to match her skin
    I just gave bro a hunnid pounds of wham
    Told him, "Tell the city it's in"
    Majority of the time I hi and bye these niggas
    I ain't with all that lockin' in shit
    Money over everything, try to stop it
    You get popped right then and there
    Message thread full of "Where you ats?" And "Pull up on me"
    Bunch of "Whens" and "Wheres"
    Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance
    All they care about is who they kill
    I was tryna keep that shit in order
    It got harder 'cause I was never there
    It's a better life out here, I promise
    Brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear
    I know how it feel to spin a opp
    But it feel way better to count a million
    I come from the bottom of the bottom
    I shot right up through the fuckin' ceilin'

    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)

    Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up
    Take some only when you need it
    You won't make it far bein' greedy
    My grandma taught me how to be a leader
    If we fly commercial, we got greeters
    They just know that we important people
    They see how we comin', think we ghetto
    Until their children tell 'em I'm their hero
    Flight attendant said I look familiar
    Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world"
    Oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too
    We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"
    Real street music, I ran that field
    If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl
    Get your lick back, come step in my world
    Two bitches on the same itinerary
    The same flight, same hotel
    They don't even know each other yet (yeah)
    One of them don't say nothin'
    Other askin', "Do we go together yet?"
    Young turnt nigga, ain't no holdin' back
    This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon
    I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that
    I don't think I met a nigga colder yet, like

    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    Hey (hey-hey-hey)
    Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)

    (Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
    (Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey) Writer/s: Dominique Jones, Henri Velasco, Leon Lightfoot III, Ryan Hartlove
    Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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